Jean was waking me all through the night (I vaguely recall out of the haze):
"Phin."
"Urm?"
"You're snoring."
Later...
"Phin."
"Oog?"
"You're snoring again."
Ad nauseum. If I wanted a weather report (slightly snorey with a chance of drool) I'd have slept in front of the television.
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