Life in North Wales with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
To sleep, perchance to dream?
The irritating sound of snoring broke the silence of the night for the third time. "You're snoring again," I hissed. "I know I am, I'm awake," came the reply. "You can't be awake if you're snoring," I objected. "Yes I can, that was a recording," he said as he turned over and prepared to go back to sleeping and snoring again.