River Dancing? Me? read on ...

Last night this mild mannered, quiet man made me laugh so much I couldn't breathe. Let me explain ...
I had gone to bed and was snuggled down reading my kindle when Mr M came to bed. He was soon snuggled under the duvet and I could tell by his breathing that he was nearly alseep.
Just thinking this made me realise that I was forcing my eyes to stay open to read one more page.

Now I don't know - and I don't want to know - what you wear in bed but I wear pyjamas. I do this because skin touching skin means itching and itching means scratching and that way lies another trip to hospital so I wear PJs. The problem is the trousers slide up above my knees and skin on skin... you get the picture.
When you are happily and comfortably snuggled you don't really want to get out of bed and jiggle to make them fall down again do you? NO, neither do I so I do this little wriggly thing where I slide up the bed a bit and this puts the bottoms just below the knee then, because I am lying on my left side I hook the hem with my right toes and slide it all the way down to my ankle.

So you have the picture, yes? Mr M snuggled and nearly asleep me putting down the kindle and taking of the spectacles turning off the light and then doing the little wriggly thing with the legs of my PJs. As I settled Mr M asked
"Have you finished now?"
"Finished what?" I retorted using my best innocent voice
"River Dancing in bed" he replied.

It took five minutes before I could say anything. He scored a point for that