One of my favourite home comforts comes from the simplest of actions which is, changing the bed linen. When life gets a little bit too hectic and you feel like all you do is work, eat and sleep, something as simple as putting a fresh duvet cover and pillow cases on your bed can solve a multitude of ill and exhausted feelings. I often like to do it, to help mark the weekend. A clean duvet cover is often celebrated in our house by a lengthy lie-in and possibly even a quick flick through Country Living or whatever book is currently stashed in my bedside cabinet. I once dared change the bedding mid-week, and was swiftly met with an icy response from the Mr stating how cruel it was the change the sheets on a Wednesday, when he had to get up early for work the next morning.
And everyone's got their favourite duvet cover of course. I don't think anyone would expect any less of me, if I said mine was a Cath Kidston one. Especially with my mix-and-match pillow cases.
For me, a bed needs to be a sanctuary, a place to dream while your both awake and asleep. When I was younger, my cast-iron day bed was surrounded by a white mosquito net hung from the ceiling, which would be drawn round the entire bed every night, to protect me from nightmares. Apparently I used to think it was magic too.
Nowadays, I rest in a hand-me-down bed frame which came with the rental property, as I dream of brass foot-railings a la Bedknobs and Broomsticks, and pretend the noise of freight trains nearby is that of the North York Moors Steam Railway. As I rest my head on mis-matched pillows, I drift off to land where I own a chocolaterie and patisserie combined, and when I awake I am not in Cardiff but in the rolling hills of Liguria, ready to face the day with a heaving a bowl of pasta waiting for me at the end of it. Aaaah... Bliss!