Is it any wonder I can't wait to get back to bed when it looks like this?
I *heart* my bed/room and I can't think of a nicer place I'd ever want to be, anywhere in the world, including Dorset.
(this blog post is brought to you in conjunction with two nights' bad sleep, a chill in the air and a fabulously moreish book called "You Don't Have To Say You Love Me" which I'm actually rationing right now 'cos I don't want it to end).
Ah bliss, thy name is bed.
