One member of the family – who shall not be named – has a snore that is basically thunder. On holidays we usually enforce a sleeping rota to ensure that everyone gets at least one good night sleep every few days. Last night it was my turn with the snorer.
I’m not sure what was different this time, but the snoring was unbearable. A booming, irregular and tumultuous sound that forced awake even the deepest of sleepers (of which I am one!). In despair, after several hours of sleeplessness, I took my pillow, and gathered together a few towels and bath robes and settled in to my new makeshift bed – the bathtub.
Alas! Even in a separate room I could still hear the rumblings reverberating through the walls. And at 3:30 in the morning, sleep still came slowly.
To put the cherry on top of the most horrendous night, the demon snorer then came into the bathroom at 6am, promptly burst into laughter and took photos.
God help anyone that has to interact with me today, I clearly have to be kept at arms length.