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A few years ago one of may dad's elderly cousins once told me (aged about 80) that he and his wife had separate bedrooms since the 1950's and that it was great because it made every evening like a sleepover and a date.
Even in his 80s (she was in her late 60's at the time) he admitted that he loved to take her to bed, do that bad thing and then for them both to be able to go back to their own rooms later.
Initially he had his own room when he came back from Asia after WWII because he suffered from night terrors and insomnia after having been incarcerated by the Japanese on the infamous Burma railway. So, yes, my uncle-cousin-type-thing built "The Bridge Over The River Kwai".
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Overhead, the Albatross hangs motionless upon the air,
And deep beneath the rolling waves,
In labyrinths of Coral Caves,
The Echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand;
And everthing is Green and Submarine
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