There’s making the bed…
and then there’s whatever it is your missus expects.
You get up, smooth the duvet out a bit, pillows roughly where pillows live, job done. In your head, the bed is now made.
Apparently not.
Apparently the bed is supposed to look like:
- a hotel showroom
- with cushions you didn’t sleep on
- arranged in some unspoken order
- that you were never taught
Scatter cushions appear from nowhere.
Extra pillows get involved.
Suddenly you’re expected to create some kind of soft-furnishing masterpiece before you’ve even had a coffee.
And if you get it wrong?
You don’t get told how to fix it — it just quietly gets re-done later, with that look.
It’s not that lads can’t make the bed.
It’s that we thought the goal was flat and usable, not art installation.