The dishwasher rumbled continuously as I eat my brussel sprout stew, YYYUUUCCCKKK!!! It was a cold night and the wind blew against the flapping wallpaper on the tumbledown wall of our kitchen. Our lodger was sitting on the rocking chair scoffing all of the lasts of my special chocolates. My mum was in bed snoring soundly and I was about to eat the last of my stew, when the noise stopped. The flat was completely empty of noise apart from the scoffing noise of our lodger. The wind had stopped and completely and the wall paper stayed drooping from the wall. Soft snoring? None.