Yeah, I know, this is hardly a buried word. We all know the meaning and often use it. A ladies private sitting room or bedroom, right? Usually when I think of it I have the mental picture of a room, richly decorated with heavy drapes and expensive artwork with an imposing four-poster deep in pillows and cushions. Very unlike my bedroom…
I bet you didn’t know the word boudoir is originally an old French one for ‘a room to sulk in’? Since finding that out my mental picture of a boudoir also contains a spoilt woman in an expensive frock sobbing theatrically in amongst the myriad of pillows.
I think we could justifiably start calling any blokes shed a boudoir. They do go out there to sulk when things go wrong. However, I think that re-branding the man-cave in such a way has the potential of seeing me banished from it forever.
I need a sulking room today though. I downloaded the last two episodes of Castle yesterday and have exceeded my download limit. My internet speed has been slowed for the next week and I’m not sure I can handle living under dial-up conditions for too long….