This doesn't excuse the culprit of either gender.
I've slept through earthquakes, thunderstorms and (yes) in some of the strange places where I have worked, that dull thud that signifies an explosion, but snoring takes the biscuit and I cant sleep when someone nearby (or in an adjacent room) snores.
I want to murder them. I want my sleep, uninterrupted and sound. If I fall asleep before they kick off, it may be okay; if they awaken me with their racket, I cannot return to sleep. In a relationship, it would call for separate rooms.
But, yes, in my home, my mother was the snorer - she used to make the sort of noise that one associated with cartoons where the roof gently lifted in time to a snore; my father, meanwhile, was as quiet as a mouse.
I'm not sure what finally dealt with it: A nose operation (she was prone to massive nosebleeds, which sealed a blood vessel), or her various heart operations - several stents, and a pace-maker; I suspect the latter, but she hasn't snored in over a decade apart from an occasional gentle puffing sound.
Actually, I'm currently working in a place where the nocturnal noise made by an overweight Italian Naval officer - a commander - has led to several requests from colleagues in adjoining rooms to be moved elsewhere. As far away elsewhere as possible.
