Update on the new flatmate...

Finding a flatmate is a horrendously stressful agonising time, and one that needs to be thought about a great deal.

Well we found one. And now I'm starting to wish I hadn't. Why? You wonder.....

1) Alcoholic beverages are now being stored in the top of our toilet
2) An increasing number of no-hopers are knocking at our door, asking for the flatty in question
3) You know it's never good when she says she 'works nights'

But I'm sure it can't get any worse...right???