There has been a lot of correspondence in the Telegraph respecting the issue of duvets v sheets and blankets. I first encountered a duvet when I was in Vienna in 1950. It was not a happy experience. If I pulled it up to my neck it left my feet exposed and if I wanted to cover my feet it was decidedly chilly on my upper half. I blamed the Russians ! We had just spent a hazardous journey driving over the Semmering Pass from Klagenfurt through the occupied Russian Zone of Austria wondering each time we were stopped at checkpoints if we were going to end up in the salt mines of Siberia. Everything was in short supply so perhaps that went for duvets.
Over the years I have been well stocked with sheets and blankets and couldn't see any reason to change until about three years ago. Now I huddle happily under my duvet(double size) snug and warm. But I still think they are an invention of the devil when it comes to changing the cover especially as mine contrived malevolently to trip me up last October and I ended up with two black eyes !
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Ramblings of a nonagenerian (vintage 1923). Grew up in Lambeth in the 20s and 30s. Lived and worked in London during World War II. I have been attempting to do the Telegraph Cryptic Crossword since 1939! (My daughter says I *have* to write this, but I am troubled as it sounds so conceited.) I bought my first computer aged 85 and am continually frustrated by the vagaries of the technological age.
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