We thought we'd try an apartment (again) this time . . . You'd have thought we'd have learned our lesson after March 2003!
When you live somewhere noises like a dog barking until 1:30am, or the bin men emptying the bins just down the road from where you're sleeping at 6:23am, are just a part of your every day (and night) pattern of sounds and as such your brain switches them off and no longer passes such sounds to your sleeping ears as Morpheus embraces you into a blissful sleep.
When you're on a two week holiday .....
...... then such sounds blare at you and either keep you awake until a) the dog stops barking or b) you finally fall asleep; then c) you're woken by the bin men hurling rubbish about ,,,,, which d) wakes up the dog and so it starts again.
I know I'm partly to blame, I'm a very light sleeper. Sharen tells me I can hear a mouse fart at the bottom of the garden; she is wrong, I can hear it change its mind! During this holiday I've not yet slept before 1:30 to 2:00am nor have I (and that bloody dog!) slept past 7:00am at the latest.
Now, before someone shouts out "ear plugs" let me tell you they don't work. If you tamp them in too lightly sounds creep around the edges of your earhole and seep directly into your brain - or - if you tamp them in too tightly the sound in your head is like being deep underwater during a tidal surge whilst breathing in an iron lung.
I am looking forward to going home to my own unregistered noises for a decent nights' sleep - and I am seriously considering taking one or two Portuguese bin men home with me for a fortnight's holiday.
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