I bought an expensive Kingsize, fitted Morphy-Richards electric blanket and it worked o.k. until the little knobs on both dual controls broke off. They appear to be made of gossamer and fairy dust. I contacted them to attempt to purchase new power leads but surprise, surprise they don't sell them. So, despite being less than 2 years old they wanted me to buy a new one from them. Yeah,right. So, needing a new one I looked at the reviews on here and decided to buy.....
Enter the Homefront Premium King Size, fully fitted, luxury fleece, heated mattress cover with dual controls....(so the bride can once again have her own settings without me having to freeze / overheat as her whim takes her).
If Carlsberg did electric blankets.................this would be the one. It was very easy to fit and unlike the large, clunky, not so well placed Morphy-Richards ones, the electrical connections don't 'stab' you in the arms. So that was a good start. It only took a few moments to heat up and glory of glories, it heats the whole bed, not just a little area in the middle and it heats it to a toasty warmth. Not only that but it has two heat zones. One for the body and one for the feet. You can have either on or off so if you just want to keep your tootsies aglow or want them cool while you bake to a turn elsewhere you can do it.
It gets better though, because each side of the bed now has 9 heat settings available. If you want the full bore heat go to 9, if you want just a trickle of heat choose a lower setting. It works. It really does.
The goodies don't stop there. The blanket has a timer so you can choose when to have the heat turn off. You won't fall asleep and wake up three hours later drenched in perspiration - unless you want to of course. This is simply the best electric blanket I can imagine. Apart from giving you a full body massage while whispering endearments in your ear I don't know what else you would need. It also was a really good price for the apparent quality and specs. I'll come back in a year to let you know if the knobs have fallen off in a Morphy-Richardsesque death dance.