My feet are made of blisters. Which might be overstating the case slightly, but I feel that they have dreams, and they dream of blisters. The only 'shoes' (and I use the term advisedly) I can wear without blisters are flip flops (and very occassionally crocs with socks).

Me and my feet do not get on at all.

Also the duvet poaching? I do that. Occasionally I have thoughts of replacing the duvet with a sheet or blanket in the warm nights, but that requires a) planning and b) somewhere to put the duvet when it's not on my bed.