He has been sat peacefully all day, enjoying his writing and musing.

She came in and opened her usual family size bag of crisps, potato chips to you Americans. Crunch, crunch, crunch. The noise started to drill into his head. He sighed and shifted around in his chair uncomfortably. She just carried on shoveling the offending articles down her throat, getting louder and louder. He tried concentrating on something else, but the endless conveyor belt of noise really was annoying him.

He closed his eyes, breathed deeply as he felt her go limp in his arms. Crunch, crunch, crunch. Damn his imagination could not even block the endless annoyance. Jeeze he really could hurt her right now.