This morning over brekky, Grumpy was relating how much I'd snored the night before. He'd given me a couple of pats on the belly, which seems to be a sure-fire formula for success to get me to quieten down. After the second-round of pats I'd apparently rolled over and, still rumbling away, returned the touch-up with interest.
"Even in your sleep you're sarky!"
2 comments:
The family that snores together...
I dunno. I can't think of an ending.
Complains bitterly about their rotten night's sleep together?
Luckily Grumpy doesn't snore, unless he's had a skinful. I sleep like qa baby.
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