My husband died next to me in bed
As my husband, David, rolled over on to his back in bed, he let out a loud snore. ‘David!’ I said, prodding him in the side. I didn’t have to say anything else.
‘Sorry,’ he mumbled and rolled over on to his side.
‘I’d become used to him snoring at night’
David and I had been married for nine years. Although he’d always been a snorer and I’d become used to him waking me up in the middle of the night, sometimes, like now, it irritated me more than usual. For the most part, we found the funny side of it. ‘I’m surprised the neighbours can’t hear
