I’ve been out at footie this afternoon. A gruelling trip, another eight hour journey to see the Spurs only to sit in WHL for two hours in bitter cold, wind and snow to see us throw away a 3-1 lead and end up scraping back to a 4-4 draw. We have scored 15 goals in four games now – shame our defence has let in almost as many! I had said I wouldn’t participate in the pyjama game but having got thoroughly cold at the footie I decided this warm pic would be much better than one of a windswept and cold WHL.

Now you already know that we don’t have jammies in our relationship and I think I once said before that in a former life I hid behind them. It’s true – for years and years when I was unhappy, I wore the most shapeless (but comfortable) jammies going. Often from the moment I got home from work until I felt I could escape to bed with dignity and immerse myself in a book at around 9pm.

When I finally found David I swore we would NEVER be able to use jammies as an excuse not to share the same bedspace. It is one of our unwritten rules that we always go to bed naked. It’s not really a sexual thing – heaven knows, I’m much more sexy clothed than unclothed, believe me! It’s an intimacy thing. We share a bed and we share a life and to me the ultimate way of reminding each other of our intimacy is to curl up together at night with nothing between us. So that’s it, no jammies or nighties or anything.

Why then is this slinky leopard skin number hanging on the back of the bedroom door? Well, my lovely friend Ginny gave me this little number early on in my relationship with David. She meant it to create desire and invoke passion. It has hung on the back of the door now for three years gathering dust and occasionally gets chucked in the wash but it always goes back to the same place.

So, no jammies. I would spend more time talking about the naked thing but I really think David would kill me for telling the ether our bedroom secrets so I will simply point you at a book and if you are interested, you can check out the passage in the book and you will discover a delicious love story, absolutely delightfully told.

The book is The Map of Love by Ahdaf Soueif. The sheer eloquence of the book stunned me but more so this passage, written in 1495 by a Muslim, al-Imam Jalal al-Din al-Sayuti. It is utterly, staggeringly beautiful and sums up the perfect relationship so well. It is the prequel to chapter 21. I couldn’t tell how I feel about David and this intimacy we share any more perfectly. I just don’t have the range in my writing. So, if you want to know, you know what to do.

I think I’ve killed the jammie theme really because this is not a joke like the couple of other postings I’ve seen since arriving home from footie but there you go. Mostly I’m cracking jokes but for some reason today it feels too important to be serious (or pompous or po-faced or whatever else you think!).