I am happy to say that the bob has ceased to be.
This is the time of year when I remember why I let the BFG stick around. Boys do have their limited uses*.
The BFG is my personal hot water bottle. He is a heat generator, a geyser, a steam engine, whatever producer of warmth you prefer. The poor guy cannot lie under our duvet without overheating.
I lie there like a slab of cold meat and steal all his heat.
He wakes up sweaty and I wake up cosy. Without him I would not survive the winter. We have no central heating. The nights can be a bit damp but I can put up with that.
Yay for boys and their superior thermoregulation.
*Ok ok who am I kidding. The BFG does everything in this relationship. He's the fixer, the organiser. I can't even drive. I just hang around like a parasite and suction all his bodyheat. I'm not sure what he gets out of this. But there is no accounting for taste.