, the precise fabric of my bed linen (proper cotton, a thread count of at least 200, obviously), and if you think I'm being a diva, then you should see me without any of these things, and the six or seven hours of shut-eye a night that they give me. It's because of this somewhat pricey routine that I consider myself one of those rare people who gets lots of sleep. I have one){kind=link}
It seems to me that staying awake in order to squeeze more working hours into the day is a false economy
There are a few key qualities I really envy in others: patience; lustrous hair; the ability to fall asleep absolutely anywhere at any time. It’s the latter skill that I covet above all others. You know the kind of person I’m talking about – the kind you inevitably get seated next to a long-haul flight, crammed in economy, where your limbs are splayed like human origami.
And yet despite all of this, your co-traveller still manages to snore through even the most heavy turbulence. “Gosh, are we landing?” they ask, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, when the pilot comes over the tannoy to announce the plane’s descent. “I swear I only closed my eyes five minutes ago!”
But you know that it wasn’t five minutes ago. You know this because you have been conscious for every second of the 15-hour flight, kept awake, in part, by the absolute rage you feel towards your fellow passenger for being able to sleep the sleep of the righteous at 35,000ft, in seat 58F.
The truth is, I find it hard to sleep anywhere other than my bedroom, with its superking mattress that cost more than my monthly mortgage, the mattress topper that cost more than the monthly gas bill, and the duck down duvet that has to be a 10.5 tog all-year round, because that’s the only weight of duvet I can fall asleep under.