A good night’s sleep

Have you, on hearing the story of the princess who felt a pea through 40 feather mattresses, ever thought that she was, well, a bit of a wet blanket? One measly dried pea through all that padding and she wakes up black and blue with bruises? ‘I can’t tell you what I’ve suffered!’ she quivers in an 1846 English translation from the Hans Christian Andersen original.

Ah, but you don’t know the whole story. Go back to Andersen and you discover it was three peas. Poor princess. Now I understand. Imagine fidgeting in the night, feeling a lump under the mattress, and rolling over to the cool side of the bed and finding another pea — dastardly pea — and curling up miserably at the foot of the bed only to discover a third pea-hummock. Imagine looking down from the height of 40 mattresses and finding that the Queen has taken the ladder away so you can’t even try one of the palace’s 27 spare rooms, or the billiard table, or a soft-looking bit of marble floor.