Joys of Water Bottling
I have an advanced relationship with my Fashy Hot Water Bottle bordering on the monogamous. It has loyally kept me warm through years of sub-zero Canadian cold. And never made me sleep on a wet spot, complained that I snore or hog the blankets or said the holes in my nose are ugly.
Our relationship has many pluses and few cons.
On the plus side it's German - which adds a little international flair to the relationship. The thick silicon bottle has no seam to split when I get on top. I'm 165 pounds. The mouth is wide for easy filling with a no splash guard to prevent spitting. It's transparent so I can tell a glance how full it is. And it's ribbed so I can fill it with boiling water without the chance of third degree burns. My past bottles have lasted less than a year before splitting and soaking the bed.
The cons are minor - it's starting to discolour and one side is peeling, but it's still perfectly functional.
Water bottles are great for easing those minor aches and pains, too.
I like to fill Fashy (Canadian always name their water-bottles) with boiling water - although this is bordering on water bottle torture and I fear getting a malpractice verdict from the CWBA (Canadian Water-Bottle Association). The top fits easily even after filling to the max line.
The best way to use the water bottle is to wrap the filled bottle in a cotton or flannel towel and pop it between the spreads a half-hour before bed-time.
One of the minor joys of life in the North is getting under the covers of a toasty bed, resting my Fashy or curling up in a spoon position and reading a little Mordecai Richler or Margaret Atwood.