The Ten O’clock Rule

It's 10.36 on a Saturday night And I'm in bed. I'm in bed with a reputation that is starting to precede me. Dinner-party done, table tidied, guests gone. It's only 10.36 pm and already I'm tucked up, amid crisp white layers of laundry-fresh bedded bliss. Delicious. Delicious it may sound, from time to time, either alone…