Yeah, yeah, yeah... this is just a distractive ploy fueled by sexual politics. The truth is my missus with no provocation by me, or any iota of blame that can be levelled in my direction, imitates the soundtrack of saving Private Ryan within minutes of her head hitting the pillow. No other side of the story. No 'Yeah, but look what she has to put up with'. No 'I bet you have foibles too'. It's a plain assault on my person.
HEAROS Extreme Protection earplugs, blue foam. You can get them on Amazon. On the bike they really kill too much of the sound, almost can't hear anything ! They did work against snoring - when sharing a cabin on the ferry to Patras in Greece - guaranteed. There were four of us in the little cabin and a world champion snorer among them - didn't hear a thing the whole night !
I use EARsoft for riding and find them far better that the expensive one as there are really soft and expect put you'll fell them less when lying on your side. using duck tape over the mouth should also stop the source of snoring , I 've seen it work in the movies
Might be worth a try @kpone A little rendition of Xmas carols each morning from your beloved may do the trick...& soothe your soul for the day ahead
This might be the answer to your problem @kpone...... it's just been unveiled & even warms your feet if it detects they're cold .....which means you can take off those nasty scratchy bedsocks you Southerner's wear in winter
For some closure on this, I emptied my office, butchered my computer equipment, rejigged and rerigged the entire room until there was enough room for a single bed. Bought same, wife insisted that bed linen also had to be purchased despite a perfectly adequate sleeping bag being readily available. The problem, then, was sorted. Except... The cat believed that this entire exercise had been executed purely for his benefit and immediately moved into the 'bedsit' as it has been dubbed at Casa Kpone. The first time I had to use it, I had to creep silently from the marital bed (because it's considered bad form to disturb the foghorn lying next to you), negotiated the darkened house, insinuated myself into the new bed, taking care not to upset the slumbering cat too much, whereupon, believing this to be a new game, he decided to purr nose to nose with me regardless of however I attempted to hide said nose (mine, not his). This prompted a "boot the little fecker off the bed" moment, which then escalated into an "Ok, I'm going to stomp around the house all night, interspersed with regular catflap exits and re-entries, triggering the security light mounted right outside the 'bedsit' window, time after time after time... moment". Which is why, much to her amusement, Mrs Kpone found me in the aforementioned sleeping bag, on the sofa, when she got up at stupid o' clock.
Sleep deprivation is the worst, it can drive you bat shit crazy....have you tried sleeping tablets yet ? Obviously not a long term solution..
Surely Ken it's preferable to wake up to MrsK staring at you lovingly.... than...........The Homicidal Pussy..........
Careful what you wish for... The evil little sod completely misinterpreted the concept of 'Pokemon Go' last year and slaughtered everything with feathers he could catch... And I live on an RSPB sanctuary... But I'm not falling for your trap. I know you're an honorary bloke, but the ties of sisterhood run deep, so I'm not even going to think about exposing the truth that once wives hit the pillow they become snoring, fidgeting, farting, duvet-grabbing, sleep-talking, hot-flush-duvet-ejecting, getting-up-at-3:00-am-for-a-pee-ing, loudly-dropping-the-toilet-seat-at-3:01-am-ing, getting-up-an-hour-and-a-half-before-the-alarm-ing, spreadeagling, pillow-stealing monsters with no sense of guilt or culpability... for fear of even further male emasculation.
Lol...I think both @kpone & psycho puss vill end up like zis * Footnote* Calm down pussy lovers...... Moggins survived no worse for wear
