Peace at Last

He couldn’t recall when he last had a good sleep. His wife snored like a banshee alternatively hooting, snorting and wheezing her way through the night. Every night. For as long as he could remember.

When he remonstrated with her, she’d say: ‘If I was a dog you could tie some string round my balls.’

Well he couldn’t do that, but it did give him an idea.

That night, before bed, he slipped her a Mickey and waited for it to kick in.

She made no sound when he took a needle and made the first stitch through her lips.