Many years ago exdh and I moved into a cottage that needed a lot of work.
It had no heating, apart from a coal fired Parkray fire in the sitting room. It was so cold, we would huddle round the fire and take off our day time clothes and put on thick pyjamas or tracksuits and socks before going to bed.
For some reason, we only had 1 hot water bottle 
. One night ex dh went up first and took the hot water bottle with him. I stayed up to watch the end of a programme and then ventured upstairs.
Exdh was snoring gently, so I slipped between the covers and set out on a mission to gain possession of the hot water bottle! 
Stretching out my sock covered feet, I located the item of my desire. It seemed to be under his feet. I have quite "dextrous" toes (I can pick up a pencil with them 
so I positioned them around the neck of the hot water bottle and exerted gentle pressure.
It didn't move 
Thinking that he might be digging his heels into it to stop me stealing it having my turn, I tightened my grip and pulled harder.
Still nothing. I tried again, with the same result.
Eventually, risking an ingress of cold air, I lifted the duvet and peered beneath.
Only to find that I had my feet firmly clamped around the neck of a rather disgruntled looking Jack Russell!
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