I love beds. There's nothing better than curling up in a comfortable and snug bed, with a hot woman, hot toddy or hot film to watch.
Years ago, I bought a quality double bed in from a top London store. I recall that with the excellent mattress, it cost over 3,000 pounds.
The bed that I use now has some provenance. The carved, hardwood bedframe used to be the day bed of the last king of Luang Prabang - it was acquired by his housekeeper after he was arrested. It fits my 5 feet 7 inch height OK, but would be too short for anyone who is taller.
I sleep downstairs with the windows open for ventilation (there are mozzie nets and ornate bars on the windows, so no fear of being raped in my bed). I can listen to the sound of the boats on the Mekong river, just 200 metres away. I snuggle up with Candi and watch a good film on the flat screen TV at the end of my bed.
Honestly, life is really good when you have a comfy bed