bitful

It should come to no surprise to all who know me well that whenever I am under duress I develop a fixation about one thing.

[UPDATE 11 Sept 2007 at 08:29 - of course above I meant to write 'under distress'. You can tell I'm under stress, right? And funny how I realised my mistake on the train on my way to work.]

This is why for the past few days I spent all my non-working waking hours researching duvets in order to buy a summer one to replace the one that came with Dr B.'s dowry and which is, how shall I put it, a bit tired.

Tog, down, all-seasons? Ask me anything, I am unbeatable now.

We have a luxurious winter duvet, a gift from a kind friend, and I wanted the same but lighter, so I went to the shop where he had bought it - and discovered the hidden paradise that is House of Fraser in Victoria on a Sunday lunchtime. Very few customers, wide spaces, smiling salespersons willing to help. They did not hesitate to open packages to show me duvet cover patterns, went into the stock room to check if there was something else not on display, and I was treated to a scientific explanation of goose vs. duck down and how each reacts with oxygen.

So I went home with a 125 pounds duvet. As in price, not weight, of course.

I then realised it was only marginally lighter than our winter one, and went to exchange it last night. They did not have anything lighter and offered a refund straight away.

I love good service. I might never go back again to the cesspit of hell that is Oxford street.

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