Years ago we spent the night in a B+B in Galway. We still talk about that night in the bedroom. The two of us alone and what happened in the bed. It was a night to remember and something that I have often smiled back on. We had come from Dublin and the drive had been hard. It was winter, the weather was unkind and the journey was made longer by the wind and driving rain. The room of the B+B was warm...a soft bed, heat and it was there that it happened.
No. Not that. There were lovely pillows.
They were the nicest pillows ever. So much so that we lazed languorously for the afternoon and couldn’t wait to get back to the bed that night! At one stage, granted,( after a few beers,) I actually hatched a plan for my bethrowed to stand in the driveway of the B+ B and I would throw the pillows down to her! I admit it was an advance from pilfering cutlery but such was the plushness that we...well I was prepared to go to these limits. Anyway on mature reflection I decided against this course of action ( herself said she wouldn’t do it) and we left with the memory of that beautiful night.
The thing is ever since the search for a soft pillow has eluded me and I have never reached those supple pastures since. In other words, no pillow has ever been as comfortable. I have tried everything, memory foam...too hard....two pillows...too difficult. One pillow...too flat. I have been a bit like the Princess and the pea really. Apart from the dress and the bald patch.
However over the past few weeks it really got to me. Waking with a dull headache, not sleeping well. The wife even at one stage came up with the horrible suggestion that I was snoring. I mean the sleep deprivation is obviously getting to her too, to suggest that I would snore?? So much so that she said she would get new pillows as she needed to sleep!
It was then she saw the ad. It was like a moment from heaven, a simple ad two silent night pillows reduced from a staggering forty euro to twenty euro. It seemed to good to be true. It was.
When she came home with the extremely large parcel that she hiked onto the kitchen table and asked me to unwrap, I duly obliged.
“Where’s yours?” I asked
“What?”
“There is only one here.” There was. It was really plush. The package was so large it really looked like there were two.
“I just paid twenty euro for a pillow! For you!!”
“It was a steal....” I interjected trying to see the upside. “It was forty?” I could say soften the blow...but that would be inappropriate.
The pillow was left on my side of the bed and all I can say is that I have found the holy grail. My life is complete and if God takes me anytime soon I am safe in the knowledge that my head will rest on a bed of softness reminiscent of feathers and scented air.
There is one problem. It is so comfortable that I am now sleeping as if under and anaesthetic. If I wake momentarily I am soon soothed back to the land of nod by a touch of the pillow. It is unbelievable. Goldilocks missed out on this baby. But that has its downside to married life. Because apparently the snoring has come back ( I know it could be in her head) but I am sleeping so well that I can’t be woken. The kicks and nudges go unnoticed. The whispered shouts unheard as I ride to the second star to the right til morning.
No. Not that. There were lovely pillows.
They were the nicest pillows ever. So much so that we lazed languorously for the afternoon and couldn’t wait to get back to the bed that night! At one stage, granted,( after a few beers,) I actually hatched a plan for my bethrowed to stand in the driveway of the B+ B and I would throw the pillows down to her! I admit it was an advance from pilfering cutlery but such was the plushness that we...well I was prepared to go to these limits. Anyway on mature reflection I decided against this course of action ( herself said she wouldn’t do it) and we left with the memory of that beautiful night.
The thing is ever since the search for a soft pillow has eluded me and I have never reached those supple pastures since. In other words, no pillow has ever been as comfortable. I have tried everything, memory foam...too hard....two pillows...too difficult. One pillow...too flat. I have been a bit like the Princess and the pea really. Apart from the dress and the bald patch.
However over the past few weeks it really got to me. Waking with a dull headache, not sleeping well. The wife even at one stage came up with the horrible suggestion that I was snoring. I mean the sleep deprivation is obviously getting to her too, to suggest that I would snore?? So much so that she said she would get new pillows as she needed to sleep!
It was then she saw the ad. It was like a moment from heaven, a simple ad two silent night pillows reduced from a staggering forty euro to twenty euro. It seemed to good to be true. It was.
When she came home with the extremely large parcel that she hiked onto the kitchen table and asked me to unwrap, I duly obliged.
“Where’s yours?” I asked
“What?”
“There is only one here.” There was. It was really plush. The package was so large it really looked like there were two.
“I just paid twenty euro for a pillow! For you!!”
“It was a steal....” I interjected trying to see the upside. “It was forty?” I could say soften the blow...but that would be inappropriate.
The pillow was left on my side of the bed and all I can say is that I have found the holy grail. My life is complete and if God takes me anytime soon I am safe in the knowledge that my head will rest on a bed of softness reminiscent of feathers and scented air.
There is one problem. It is so comfortable that I am now sleeping as if under and anaesthetic. If I wake momentarily I am soon soothed back to the land of nod by a touch of the pillow. It is unbelievable. Goldilocks missed out on this baby. But that has its downside to married life. Because apparently the snoring has come back ( I know it could be in her head) but I am sleeping so well that I can’t be woken. The kicks and nudges go unnoticed. The whispered shouts unheard as I ride to the second star to the right til morning.