Aaah the bliss of a good night’s sleep. The other night was just a normal totter off to bed and slip quietly into the land of nod sort of night. Nothing unusual there….
I snuggled down and drifted off.
I resurfaced slowly, I was on a cloud, dreamy and soft. It was billowing and fluffy, just like thistledown or maybe feathers.
Yes, feathers. It was all soft and fluffy and feathery.
So feathery that I could almost feel the feathers, almost taste them. Wait a minute, taste them?
Yes I could definitely taste the feathers. Time to open the eyes and wake up properly.
Really I wished I hadn’t.
What used to be my favourite old 1930s eiderdown was now a torn mass and I was lying in a pile of feathers. Really and truly a feather bed.
As I shreaked and disentangled myself from what was left of the quilt, Idgy wandered in to see what the fuss was about. “OMG have you been in there with Edward Scissor Hands?” She then fell over laughing.Honestly what does she take me for, I might just have noticed if Mr Depp had been in there with me with or without the blades.
The instigator of the problem then wandered in – Minou. She who has sharp claws and likes to stretch out on the bed to catch a few rays in the morning sun. I can’t blame her completely, well okay I tried to but Idgy pointed out that if I had taken the time to sew up the little tears that Minou had made then maybe I wouldn’t have caught my toe in the hole in the first place and wrestled around with the damn thing causing the feather mayhem.
Do hate it when teenager is right.
Have you ever tried to hoover up an entire eiderdown of feathers?