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Anyone who has ever back packed will know that sharing a room, a couch, a floor space or beanbag can be (uncomfortable and) tough when you have other people’s bodily functions to deal with.

Right now, after having the room to myself for a fortnight, I am living with a snorer. I am not just talking about a light grunt, a rhythmic snort or a nasal congestive wheeze from time to time. No, I am talking about a full blow train/grizzly bear. It is murder and it is driving me insane. The past two mornings when the alarm sounded at 4.55am (that’s not a typo) I almost wanted to quit my job and risk everything to just stay in bed and actually get some shut eye – every girl needs their beauty sleep, OK?!

The hardest part to this situation is that there is no foreseeable solution. My room mate (who I should add here is absolutely lovely) can’t do anything about it which makes the thought of sharing a room for the next three months horrifying to say the least.

So after 2 nights of creeping out on the couch for a few hours of peaceful sleep, I broached the subject with my roomie. So what happened last night, I had the most wonderful, sound sleep and woke up happily at 4.55amand rolled over and gently turned off the alarm only to find the room empty. The snorer had gone out and had a huge night on the town and passed out on the couch – gold! Now how do I get her to go out every night?! Wish me luck.

Sleeping Beauty… um, I mean Simone xx

P.S. That's the view out of my office - not bad, hey!?