I made a silly 'mash-up' this morning. When we woke up, I asked my husband's opinion as to whether we needed a new mattress, as the present one is a bit saggy now.
Unfortunately, I got my French words mixed up.
There's matelot and matelas.
I informed the poor man that I prefer to lie on top of a nice firm sailor.
He's still giggling some hours later.
I'll never hear the last of this.