A while back we never thought about sleep, we just got on with it. Sleep wasn't part of the lifestyle package then. If you were going to be spending some money on the home front you were not starting in the bedroom –let alone with the bed –because that was the lowest priority on everyone's list.
Get yourself a lovely sofa first. Get yourself a coat, or a coffee machine. No-one gave a monkeys about their sleeping arrangements, and then, a few years ago, sleep became the part of our day that we had been neglecting at our peril.
Now we're obsessed. Are we getting enough? Is the tog factor right, and the pillow density? Should the room be cooler? And most importantly, how do you sleep at night with your significant other? That's the new focus of everyone's energies: bed compatibility.
This week Susannah Constantine announced on social media that, after 23 years of marriage, she and her husband were considering single beds, on account of his wriggling and her snoring. Honestly, the post would have got less attention if she'd announced they were polyamory converts, and Anton du Beke was moving into the superking. Sex does interest us, but not nearly as much as negotiating the perfect night's sleep.
Do other couples sleep wedged in a queen size (we secretly admire those) or practically in different post codes? Do they cosy up like babes in the wood or pull on the eye mask, pop in the earplugs and roll over?
