Can there be many things nicer than to cast aside one’s book, pull a Scandinavian wool blanket (from Hus & Hem) over oneself and curl up on the sofa for a snooze? Just for a few minutes, mind. Just a quick 40 winks. Heavy rain beats on the window panes, the air outside is chill, but the room is warm and the sofa is cosy. Just a quick 40 winks. Just. A. Quick.
Two hours later, you swim, slowly at first and then with gathering pace, back up into Awake, deliciously groggy, charmingly disoriented. It’s dark outside, the rain’s still falling. Something light for dinner, I think. Soup?