I can kip anywhere. Any bed with soft or hard mattress, on the couch, on the floor.
If I'm tired, that's it. Out the monkey. Unlike many of my friends who tell me they never sleep well in a strange bed. I guess for many it's in their own familiar bed and surroundings where they sleep soundly.
When I moved house before Christmas, my friend, Erana, took one look at my bed and suggested I get a new one. I couldn't see why. It's a standard double bed that I've had for at least 20 years. It's not showing its age, hasn't been exposed to too much activity, so I can't understand why Erana thinks I need a new one. I do agree though that all the new beds I see advertised for sale seem a lot larger than mine.
During my recent US trip, I stayed in four different hotels. The rooms all had twin queen-size beds except for the last one in Los Angeles. This bed was so big you could have fitted a whole rugby team including the referee and two linesmen in it. It was huge and dominated the entire room.
And what wonderful sleeps I had. It wasn't just that I had busy days and got back to the hotel tired. It was quality sleep that can only be put down to the quality beds. For all of them, you just about needed a step ladder to climb into bed.