I visited my Auntie Maria this evening after work just to see if she was any better. She has developed a cyst under her eye that is going to need an operation to remove, and after her stint in hospital during her recovery from a brain haemorrhage, she's obviously nervous about go back.
Anyway, during my visit my uncle (Maria's husband) kept complaining that his arm was aching, and that it had only started when he got out of bed that morning. A little later when he left the room, Auntie Maria turned to me and whispered; Gemma, his arm is aching because the bastard keeps snoring and I have to dig him in the arm to shut him up!
Reason 1,243,72 why I love my Auntie Ria.
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