We can all learn from the Lilo, or air-bed; most humble of all of God's leisure inflatables. Consider the comforts of this rubber wonder. Asks it not for reupholstering, nor expensive home insurance. The laundry recieves short shrift, as do those who speak of laundry or needlessly advocate similar chores.

Ready for use in minutes, the Lilo is content on both beach and floorboard, picnic or dining table. It needs no gaudy novelty design, and shrugs off the latest Disney character's endorsement. Whilst Dinghies may sail off in search of adventure on the seas, and beach balls make constant demands for physical exertion, Lilo's care not for the trivial preoccupations of their inflatable kin.

The revelation we must confront is that only the lowly Lilo is truly in touch with its inner peace by promoting sleep, that most precious of gifts. Not only does this raise the air-bed above the tawdry machinations of lesser sea side accesories, but also places it on a far higher spiritual plain than even the sofa. For is it not so that the sofa, in its weakness, tempts us all with the upright position? Does the settee, or "couch", not impede our true enlightenment by obstucting the lower leg area with unnecessary "arms"?

So it is written, and so it shall be said; only the Lilo can claim entry to the kingdom of loafdom (or indeed loafcom), if only by virtue of its wipe clean nature and blessed disregard for bed linen. Let us lay.