| When I was sick and lay a-bed, |
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| I had two pillows at my head, |
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| And all my toys beside me lay |
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| To keep me happy all the day. |
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| And sometimes for an hour or so |
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| I watched my leaden soldiers go, |
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| With different uniforms and drills, |
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| Among the bed-clothes, through the hills; |
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| And sometimes sent my ships in fleets |
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| All up and down among the sheets; |
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| Or brought my trees and houses out, |
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| And planted cities all about. |
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| I was the giant great and still |
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| That sits upon the pillow-hill, |
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| And sees before him, dale and plain, |
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The pleasant land of counterpane.
Robert Louis Stevenson spent much of his childhood in bed. I have spent much of my last twelve years in mine. M.E. has limited my life, but has not cut me off from all pleasures.
My lap-top on the bed-table is my link with the world, and through it, I travel widely. I read, and have recently learned to love my e-reader. A little knitting, especially in winter, a very little sewing. Little sorties into the garden to shift the hose, pick things, weed a little. I love my garden, but it is often a bit much. Still beautiful. My most constant friend is my cat, Maggie, but I have a great many human friends who visit from time to time.
A life of small pleasures. I will be sharing some of these.
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The Pleasant Land of Counterpane 