Dear bed 72, I hate you….
So it would appear that it’s not only the loving and intimate confines of a committed relationship that challenge the quiets of the night for all sleepers.
I was tres amused by this story of a disgruntled backpacker and the note left for a snoring roomy.
Have backpacked for months in 1991, I was taken back to those days and remembering the pull (and financial realignment) that took me and my backpacking companion to a bedroom for two most nights, towards the end of the trip.
(I should have seen the signs)
