Did your parents’ bedroom smell? My parents’ bedroom, into which I would wander as a child, always had the sweaty, foetid odor of the marsh. I think this was because they slept on the same mattress or palliasse, which was stuffed with straw, heather and virgin hair, that had been handed down for about a thousand years and things rank and gross in Nature possessed it merely.
I have owned a bed for the last 13 years that I have never liked. It was bought in California but was too big and too soft from the outset. Whenever I went into my bedroom I was reminded of my parents bog-like sleeping. Also Western beds take up too much space. So determined to rid my self of my pestilent bed.
Actually the main motivation was to use my truck for truck stuff.
We set off for the dump but after about 10 meters the load falls over and we have to return to base.
I do not think I will ever own a big bed again. Tatami mat +futon is the way to go.
Hamlet’s “enseamed bed” sheds new light on the expression “in the sack”, and there was I thinking of the other kind of seamen. Did they really have sleeping bags in those days or couldn’t they spell properly ?
Ha! Close naval encounter – no seamen lost.