Sunday in the pub

Today in the pub, I had one of those surreal conversations with a woman I know (slightly).

Woman: We've got a very noisy kettle. When it's boiling, we can't hear the radio.
Me: Can't you - er - turn the radio up?
Woman (with a sigh): Oh, we just have to live with it. When you you've travelled around as much as we have, you learn to put up with these things.

Hmmm.