A Post a Day in May #22: Lessons from the Arts No. 2

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I have pledged to write a new post for this blog every day in May. 

We were mesmerized by The Bridge, the Nordic noir crime TV series, with the fascinating lead character of Saga Norén from Malmö, Sweden, and the brooding Martin Rohde, lead homicide detective from Copenhagen. The story’s central crime places the victim right in the middle of the Oresund bridge that connects Sweden to Denmark, hence the series’ name.

Oresund Bridge (source: Wikipedia)
But the crime is not the impetus for this post; no, that comes from a scene in Martin’s bedroom in which we see a regular bed, shared by he and his wife. And on that bed, not one but two duvets — each one twin-sized. 

Val, who has traveled in Scandinavia, turned to me and shrieked, “They’re sleeping Danish!” Which is to say, two people, one bed, two duvets. 

At first, I thought this odd. But, in the intervening time, have come around to seeing not only that this habit is far from odd but that it makes an awful lot of sense. So much so, that we have now adopted the habit. 

Just as the author in this article describes, it has revolutionized the overnight in our house. No more tug-of-blankets, no more duvet wars, no more uncovered cold feet. Just independent duvet management and peaceful sleep. Together yet separate. Harmony on the mattress. 

And so, yet again, from the arts comes a life-changing lesson. What can be learned from discerning watching of the small screen is not to be underestimated.  

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  1. danielle-momoMay 22, 2020 at 6:41 AM

    I learned something this morning. I had never heard about the two duvets sleeping.

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  2. AnnMay 22, 2020 at 10:28 AM

    What a great idea! But my problem is more about dogs who snatch the covers. And it doesn't help at all to give Penny Lane her own blankie. She prefers to snuggle up with mine.

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