I live with two strangers. They came into my life in August and have remained, like squatters, in my flat. They’re a couple in their mid-fourties whose only joy in life seems to be to go out for a fag in the sun. Might I add, the only time they left the flat on such a lovely, sunny day too. My flatmate called them bats before she took her stuff and left. I feel that it’s time for me to take my stuff too.
There’s only so much you can put up with.