About nine, everybody started yawning and there was a general exodus. We went back to our huts and Tommy brewed us all great mugs of cocoa before we retired to bed.
Dizzy and I, unnerved by Rob's story of the frozen water in his tent, went to bed with so many clothes on that we looked like Tweedledum and Tweedledee. We had on vests, winter pyjamas, woollen bed-jackets, bedsocks; we had hot-water-bottles and the beds were piled with blankets, rugs, eiderdowns, coats and any odd item of warm clothing that happened to be lying around. The result was that in about five minutes flat we thought we had malaria or prickly heat or something and had to take most of them off again, cursing Rob for spreading unnecessary alarm and panic.
From NOTHING HAPPENED AFTER ALL, Chapter 9, Positively the Only Appearance. Dizzy and Alison overdo it when they attempt to fend of the cold African night.