A few nights ago, I was awoken from a peaceful slumber by Inspector Climate sitting up in bed. My new go-to way to try to minimise the night time shenanigans and maximise my sleep is to immediately tell him that nothing is wrong and to lie back down.
This is usually met with Inspector Climate telling me quite rudely that he simply won't.
In fact, this specific incident a few nights ago he said "I will NOT, D" in a tone that he would never speak to me with if he was awake (because he is a gentleman and knows how to treat lady...).
He then held his hand up to his face and said "there is something in my eye."
"No there isn't"
"YES! There is rosewater in my eye." He then got up and went to the kitchen and turned on the light.
Then he came back to bed.
The next morning I asked him if he remembered this incident. He did! However, he remembered it quite differently. He thought he had rosemary in his hand and he couldn't get it off. Obviously, in the language of sleep eye means hand and rose water means rosemary. Duh.
Also, my advice, in case any one else is afflicted with the inability to get rosemary out of their hand, is to just let it go.