Carl thinks I am – to put it mildly – eccentric. At dinner last week Cindy was saying that she had to hunt high and low for a doona for her daughter. Doona is what Australians call a duvet. Her daughter had particular taste in doona colours and patterns, and Cindy had found it was very difficult and ultimately very expensive, to find something suitable in king size. I sympathised, remarking that I was pleased I was at last able to indulge my own taste in bed coverings, instead of putting up with the expensive frilly patchwork choices of my former partner. At last I had the disruptive pattern duvet I had always wanted. With matching pillows. In fact I have had it for almost a year now.
Carl looked at me as if I was insane. “Why would you want a camouflage pattern duvet?”
I looked at him as if he must be crazy. “Really, I am surprised you don’t know the answer to that, Carl. So that I can hide from the velociraptors. Obviously. Everyone knows the only way to avoid capture by velociraptors is to hide under the bed-covers. Think how much more effective that would be with camouflage pattern covers!”