Gavin Staples wrote:
"Graham P Davis" wrote in message
...

A few days after the event, I was chatting to someone about it and he

said he'd slept through it. After dawn, when he finally began to
surface, he felt something tickling his face. He brushed it away but it
came back to tickle him again. This repeated for a while until he opened
his eyes to see that it was leaves brushing his face. These leaves were
attached to a tree which had crashed through his bedroom window.

Graham
Bracknell



And he slept through that. My goodness!



An explanation might be gained by expanding your comment to re-create
the old advertising slogan: "My goodness! My Guinness!"

Graham