The other night I woke up shivering and had to resort to slipping on socks and a sweater to get back to sleep … the next morning I had to finally admit that it was duvet time once again. Luckily I’d taken my duvet in to be cleaned the week before so it was all fresh and fluffy and ready to go. And so I made up my bed with the duvet and kissed goodbye simple and carefree bedmaking for the next few months…

But for now I am quite enjoying this time of still-warm sandal-wearing days and cool but not yet cold nights. I love the feeling of slipping into the cuddly softness of a duvet clad bed, just wearing my light summery nightdress.

In August when it’s 35º in my bedroom at 3am it’s always hard to remember that a few months down the line I’ll be wearing several layers of clothing, plus socks – and two cats! – and still be chilly under the duvet. But that won’t happen until maybe late November so for now I’m enjoying this cosy-comfy duvet feeling and only just needing it.

Adiós summer!