It was one of those Sundays when you wake up past midday and realise there is not enough time to go anywhere but relax in bed. So while in bed like a maiden in a Jane Austen novel, my relaxing was becoming too uncomfortable. I realised, my pillows let down the whole experience of my Mothers Day massage. I finally got up to the sound of Tauren ramming his ride-on into the interior walls. That boy sure knows how to get someone's attention.
On the list is new pillows and I am not looking forward to the shop-a-storm that follows when I have to match quality + review + bargain. Yes, in that order. The best pillows I've had were the ones I brought from New Zealand two years past. I have no idea where they are now. There is a black hole in our home that sucks in all the good stuff.
I'd love to read your comments on pillows.
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