I was sat here without inspiration for tonight until about 5 minutes ago, when my eardrums were nearly ruined. Today goes to SNORING.
As we speak, I'm sat watching the golf with Dad. I say 'with' - he is snoring away. The continual purr of the most horrific phlegm known to man. The horrible whistle pouring out over the peaceful greens on the telly. I'm not best pleased.
Plus, then Dad moaned when one of his snores hurt him - the cheek! I was so close to saying something. If you're tired, go to bed. Don't ruin my viewing of something nice.
SNORING, you are the Day Dedicatee for Saturday 10th April 2010.
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