Our bed is at 2.12 minutes (the bit where there’s a bit of slap ‘n’ tickle).

No, David Essex does not live here.

It’s quite stunning and situated right next to Canary Wharf.

"Ahoy there, lads! We're down here. Third jetty on the right, Guv."

And the best thing about it is that YOU CAN STAY THE NIGHT THERE! For a mere 90 quid Polly and her husband Mark will put you up in the bow room bedroom (all tongue ‘n groove cladding, gorgeous bedlinen and various finds from their years in the furniture industry) and then feed you a stonkingly good breakfast in the morning. Check it out here.

So, all you City folk, why not give this a go?

Oh yes, and we saw this cool piece of street art on the way.

We like the way the chap driving it is almost lying down – ideal if you’re a slouch at getting out of bed. x

We’ve opted to use mango wood which is the tree-huggers’ choice since it takes only 8 years to grow. And for most of this time it groans with lovely edible fruit.

As always, we’ve been enjoying the Indian use of English (“Would you Britishers like some suiting?”), incredible warmth and hospitality, and some interesting signage.

More to follow when we get back…..Namaste!

Enough said. x

Still, at least you know that we’re keeping our costs low so your beds won’t cost the earth either. We’re with you, Steve. Hope you’re not too lonely! x

And this Indian day bed caught our eye which we reckon, given a few twists and changes, could be quite “Sleeproom-y”.

And we rather liked these antique glasses with their double layer of glass sandwiching some air between (sorry, bit hard to see in this photo taken with our slightly cruddy Blackberry camera!).

Then Horace, who’d had fun in this groovy chair for all of 10 minutes, started shouting once again so we went home for a siesta.

Later on we ended up in our favourite Ibizan spot, the Sunset Ashram on the west coast, to smash down some strawberry mojitos, listen to some tunes and watch the sunset. A bit of a daily ritual which is so idyllic that it’s hard for everyone not to take a quick snap. Cheese-tastic. x

But we’re mainly here to get inspiration from all the interesting types the island attracts who love all the styles and craftsmanship you find in Morocco, Bali and India -as well as local Ibizan finds.

Check out this cool wooden bunk bed we saw just now knocked together with old planks.

It might give you the odd splinter or two, but it cuts the mustard nonetheless. We’ll keep putting all our own little finds up here over the coming weeks. Ta ta for now. x

For starters, there’s the linen. Let’s assume you’ve found someone who can make round bedding, but it’s confusing enough trying to put on a duvet cover when you’re a bit sleepy. There’s not one of us here that can imagine trying to get a round duvet into a round duvet cover. And what about the pillows? Where do you put them? How do you decide which edge of the circle is best? And then, once you’ve worked that out, are you left with angular corners flapping over the curved edge of the mattress? These details worry us here at The Sleep Room, they really do.

As if these problems weren’t enough, there is the intimidating heritage of the round bed. Hugh Hefner used to do all of his work from his spinning circular bed at the Playboy Mansion – as recently as last year he described the aforementioned luxury bed as his ‘most treasured possession’ in a Guardian interview. Elvis had a round bed covered in white fur and liked it so much that he gave his one-time girlfriend Ann Margaret one. Alice Cooper was given a round bed by Groucho Marx, but he clearly felt the same as us about it, as he is said to have passed it on to Paul McCartney.

Dean Martin in The Silencers … watch out for the round bed at the end

Maybe it’s that there will never be a bed as good as the one in 1966 spy flick The Silencers that troubles us:  in the movie Dean Martin has a round upholstered bed that not only folds up into the wall but moves right across the room and can even transport him to his bathtub. Even Austin Powers’ homage seems beyond insignificant in comparison.

Then again, perhaps we’re just over-thinking things. After all, if there is a round bed out there that is shaped like a delicious burger, how can we not love them? The bed and duvet are the bun, the mattress is the meat and the pillow … well that’s the ketchup. We could learn to love round beds after all.

The Hamburger Bed: sweet dreams