Having just wrestled with the duvet cover, trying to persuade an alien object stuck inside to come out, I have spent some time wondering if it’s easier to have a duvet or blankets. I admit that I’m much warmer under a duvet, but the struggling to get the duvet into the cover in the first instance is bad enough.
Which blankets did your family use when you were younger? I remember the holey ones, the eiderdowns and the candlewick bedspreads, but my all time favourite is freshly laundered ironed white sheets that smell as if they have just come in from the garden. There’s something evocative about clothes blowing on a line, but that could be nostalgia as I no longer have a washing line. Tell me about your favourite things.