I must be cold-blooded

I sleep on the north side of our bed…. my wife sleeps to the south, feet all facing west. I’m closer to the door to fend off nocturnal villains should they appear.

Our duvet resembles a flock of migrating birds, by flying south at night though. While I’m sleeping it mysteriously decides to leave me for another! When challenged, Mrs H strenuously denies any part in its flight south. Hmmm!

I don’t begrudge her some extra warmth, particularly as I sometimes wake in the night to find her surreptitiously trying, without waking me, to restore protection to my frozen assets!