Oh the joy...

Dear souls, the sheer and utter, delicious moment of climbing into one's bed to find it made with quite the softest of fine brushed cotton in the midst of winter really is one of life's most sublime of pleasures. Second only, of course, to waking and lingering a while in said warm bed whilst a storm rages forth or, one's cold breath billowing out signals the state of the weather before one actually relinquishes the blessed sumptuousness of said bed. Perhaps the greatest pleasure of all is to linger half past the hour longer than one's professional toil generally allows; why, my dears, it feels positively contentious in our humble home. Such simple pleasures but ones that are truly life's little treasures; the joy and happiness of a warm, soft haven in which to rest ones mind and body cannot be underestimated. We are most fortunate indeed to have worked hard through life to achieve a sanctuary in which we can do just that. We thoroughly recommend it, my dears, on these winter days, for we are mightily convinced that it is good for the soul, do you not agree?