Last night, just as I was dozing off, I heard a sound, a familiar sound coming from what I thought was our kitchen. I sat up and listened, yes, plates, I heard plates hitting plates. I woke up Jack, "I think someone is in our apartment, I heard a sound in the kitchen." Groggy mumblings. "Jack, get up, it sounds like plates, did you hear that?".
He sat up and listened, "yes, right, someone has broken into our apartment to help clean the dishes. I'm certainly not going to disturb them". I went to sleep.