Dreaming of a Giant Bed

Another thought (which tells you how I have developed a nesting instinct over the holiday) has just occured to me while I was changing the bed linen.

I just became trapped inside an inside out duvet cover and spent a few minutes blundering about the bedroom like a drunken ghoul before falling over my own shoes.

I'm guessing that Casanova and James Bond both had chambermaids to do that sort of thing.  Surely no one who fits their own duvet cover would aspire to anything bigger than a king-size bed.

I'll be pleased to get back to work.