The Comfort Factor
On Saturday afternoon, I experienced the comfort factor.
Never have I experienced the ultimate comfort factor (which I shall now refer to as UCF) out of bed.
Usually to experience UCF, you must be wrapped up in a duvet in a slightly cooler-than-normal room and suitably sleepy / full-up / not-thirsty / slightly drunk.
Yet there I was sat in a pub after eating a rib-eye steak and chips and a pint of cider, and upon completing this, I honestly assessed the feasibility of falling asleep right there in my dodgy wooden chair.
Now that is a thorough endorsement of a pub. If I'd mentioned the name, it might have been worth something.
Never have I experienced the ultimate comfort factor (which I shall now refer to as UCF) out of bed.
Usually to experience UCF, you must be wrapped up in a duvet in a slightly cooler-than-normal room and suitably sleepy / full-up / not-thirsty / slightly drunk.
Yet there I was sat in a pub after eating a rib-eye steak and chips and a pint of cider, and upon completing this, I honestly assessed the feasibility of falling asleep right there in my dodgy wooden chair.
Now that is a thorough endorsement of a pub. If I'd mentioned the name, it might have been worth something.
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