Wednesday, 10 December 2008

Roasty toasty

Listening to: Glasvegas

Mrs Pig "Farmer" lay back and exclaimed: "Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, that's so good."

"Everything all right dear?" asked the pig "farmer", peering around the door of the little touring caravan in the barn that serves as our master bedroom.

"Mmmmmmm, oh yes," said Sal, a look of extreme pleasure on her face.

"Is it the new electrical appliance?" I ventured.

"Yes, yes, yes."

"C'mon then, let me have a go. . . oh yes indeed!"

Aren't electric blankets great?

11 comments:

Murph said...

You rascal! We all thought you were going to say "toaster".

Geoff said...

The only time I've slept under one was in a converted church in a town on the England/Scotland borders.

It was too darn hot.

Gin said...

I would think YOU would be heater enough for Mrs. PF!!

(At first I thought I was too young to read this post!! Blush!!) ;)

I, Like The View said...

funnily enough, I was lying in bed last night (in the middle of London, note) thinking "I wish I had an electric blanket"

(there was no heating in the house I grew up in and the worst job on a winter's evening was to be the one who had to go up and turn on the electric blankets. . . but jumping into bed a hour or so later made it more than worth while!)

you've inspired me to do a little extra seasonal shopping. . .

. . .thanks

(ps tune for the day chez moi is Snow Patrol's Crack the Shutters - you may not like the patrol, but the lyrics to this one resonate with icicles)

elizabethm said...

That same conversation happens pretty much every winter night round here and for just the same reason. Can't beat a warm bed.

Dave said...

Actually, I can't stand being too hot in bed. Mind you, I don't live in the Orkneys in winter, so you may have apoint.

Yorkshire Pudding said...

Pornography in the blogosphere is outrageous! Do we really need to discover the sordid secrets of the touring caravan! No wonder they are always threatening to jack knife on motorways!

The Birdwatcher said...

Best place for a touring caravan, indeed any sort of caravan, out of sight.

Sian said...

Brings a whole new meaning to being "hot in bed" ;-)

Richard said...

I had a leccy blanket when I was a child because although Dad had installed central heating in our ancient house the puny backboiler of the coal fire wasn't really up to the job. I can get in a cold bed but have a great deal of trouble getting out of it once it's warmed up.

Ladybird World Mother said...

!!! I have to say, there's not many better things in life than a warm and toasty bed to get into...
and a warm and toasty spouse too! Marvellous.