My father died sixteen years ago. My mother was devastated, naturally.
However, she did find rather a good solution to the question of what to do with the now un-slept on, clean sheeted side of the bed.
One week she would sleep on one side of the bed, the next week she would move over to the other.
I am thinking a lot about sheets at the moment, not just because I was recently staying with my mother, and long enough to see both sides of the bed used, but also because I am introducing my latest bedding collection with HSN tomorrow, Tuesday.
The difference is you probably won’t have consumed extraordinary amounts of Red Bull, CocaCola, and Mars bars, in order to make it through the day, and you won’t be looking like a maniacal baby owl, with oversized staring pupils, by the time midnight rolls around and the last show wraps.