I tremble at the thought of disclosing too much of my personality type by revealing my favoured position in which to sleep, but here goes. I lay on my right side, with my right leg straight and my left leg drawn up a few inches, cocked at the knee. I bend my right arm into a crook and put my hand under my head under the pillow, while the left arm remains outside the covers, bent ninety degrees at the elbow. My sweet bride thinks this the funniest thing she has ever seen, which shows only that she has led a comedy-deprived existence.