Sleeping in a shabby student accommodation bed was awful.
It was especially awful because I spent the previous night in a luxury 5 star hotel bed.
The student bed had no chance. My expectations were simply too high. Raised by an impossibly comfy hotel bed.
In hindsight sleeping in the student bed first would’ve been preferable as I didn’t know any higher standard.
But lying in that student bed, knowing new levels of comfort, I was cursed.
The crux of the matter is – once you’ve tasted the best it’s very hard to go backwards. Our expectations won’t let us, comparison is inevitable.
Which means that as comfy as that hotel bed was, the bloody thing has ruined all other beds for me!
Thomas Duggan 