Walking past a shop the other day I noticed a display full of furry hot water bottles. What they had left were the cat bottles and dog bottles - I guess all the rat bottles had already sold out. At the back was a pure white hwb with (I found later) pom-poms.
When we were young we both had old, smelly hwbs that tended to leak in the night. As the years pass you build up a tolerance to that sort of thing.
So I bought the pure white hwb.
On its first night home I filled it and winded it and put in the bed. Fearing a hysterical reaction from Mrs C2 I warned her that there was a warm furry friend in the bed. Once reassured it didn't have whiskers and wasn't going to bite she went to bed.
Later it was thrust onto my side of the bed which seems to be part generous sharing and part petulant "I've had enough of that thing for one night."
One hot water bottle between two seems to be enough.
Satisfaction score: 7/10
When we were young we both had old, smelly hwbs that tended to leak in the night. As the years pass you build up a tolerance to that sort of thing.
So I bought the pure white hwb.
On its first night home I filled it and winded it and put in the bed. Fearing a hysterical reaction from Mrs C2 I warned her that there was a warm furry friend in the bed. Once reassured it didn't have whiskers and wasn't going to bite she went to bed.
Later it was thrust onto my side of the bed which seems to be part generous sharing and part petulant "I've had enough of that thing for one night."
One hot water bottle between two seems to be enough.
Satisfaction score: 7/10