I had been in bed for some minutes, long enough for my eyes to grow accustomed to the dark, when someone entered my bedroom. I can’t say that it was unexpected; actually, I have to own that I had been hoping for this circumstance.

“I suppose you want to sleep with me,” I said provocatively to the large dark figure who was by now almost at my bedside.

There was no answer. There was no requirement, other than the physical response, and soon I felt a gorgeous muscular body against me; it pressed so hard that I was pushed to edge of the big four-poster bed.

“Calm down,” I whispered, “and give me a bit more room.”

Still no reply, but my hands recognised the feel of smooth velvety skin, which was blacker than the night outside the window. And although I couldn’t see the deep brown eyes or facial features, I knew them well.

In the initial excitement we tossed and turned – on our backs, sideways and diagonally – but at length, we lay close like spoons that fit perfectly against one another. We were about to fall asleep when someone else came into the bedroom. The small figure approached the high wooden side of my bed and nudged me tentatively.

“I suppose you want to sleep with me too?” I asked.

Yet again, no words but there was an affirmation in the silence. I helped the white-haired figure onto the bed and the dark one, slightly put out, nevertheless made room for the venerable one.

There was much kissing, petting, licking, and getting into comfortable positions, after which we three we were finally ready to sleep. Before sleep came I said a little prayer to myself:

“Please don’t let the other two come in!”

And they didn’t. We all know that that five in a bed doesn’t work – we already tried it on another occasion that I slept over at the farm. Even a king-sized four-poster doesn’t have room for three big black Labradors, a Yorkshire terrier and me!