Janet (j4) wrote,
Janet
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Bed alert

Apparently, sharing a bed with a woman "drains men's brains". So, chaps, if you want a good night's sleep, it's time to start making with the boykissing. But what is this so-called 'sleep expert' on about? "Historically, we have never been meant to sleep in the same bed as each other." Historically? Does he mean in the days when people routinely shared a bed with all their siblings, and livestock, assuming they could tell the difference, because there wasn't enough space or central heating to do otherwise? Or before that, when we all curled up in a cave? I mean, okay, I actually skipped most of history at school because I was too busy writing big fat goth poetry, but I'm sure I'd have remembered the bit where the Earl of Bunk-bed invented split-level sleeping-arrangements as a workaround for being kept awake by his wife (or donkey?) "Spinning" Jenny endlessly tossing and turning in his bed next to him.

In other news, though, I say, it's rather hot, isn't it? Has anybody else noticed this? I'm thinking of writing a LiveJournal article about it.
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