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Am I being unduly concerned about my flatmate?
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You only need to worry OP if she starts borrowing your clothes-
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We've all had a weird housemate...
I shared a house with the owner and 2 other people (one of whom was never there, the other was a really nice person). I couldn't believe my luck: the house was nice, the owner seemed great and anyway was moving to London the following week, and the rent was cheap as chips!
Too good to be true? Yep! She was the strangest person I've ever met.
She watched me unpacking my kitchen stuff on day 1, and as each item emerged from the bags asked 'why do you buy that particular brand of pasta?', 'do you really think Comfort is better than Lenor?', etc etc.
I thought, ah, she's just nervous and trying to make conversation, so I asked her could she recommend any pubs or other social stuff in the town. She gave me a funny look and asked 'why do you have Ryvitas instead of cream crackers?'.
Downhill from there! The move to London didn't happen, because the flights were too dear (even though she supposedly had interviews arranged)
On weekend mornings she'd knock on my door at 8am and ask was I still asleep (not anymore!)
Every Thursday she fried 4 onions with curry powder til they were black and reeking, then ate the lot while walking around the house (smell usually receded by Wednesday evening!), and once (thanks god only once) she left her skidmark-ey knickers on the floor in the bathroom! Bad enough, but it was the bathroom I shared with the guy who was never there, she had her own en-suite downstairs!
The only time I ever confronted her (I like a quiet life) was when she used her key to go into my bedroom and move things around. As in, she thought my underwear would be 'handier' in the chest of drawers than on the shelf in the wardrobe, and she put my magazines in a pile in order of date! She felt this was all perfectly reasonable
I was so relieved when my contract ended, but felt a bit bad for her when, as I moved out, she gave me a card that said 'thank you for being my friend'
hey ho, least she didn't piss on my bread!0 -
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We've all had a weird housemate...
I shared a house with the owner and 2 other people (one of whom was never there, the other was a really nice person). I couldn't believe my luck: the house was nice, the owner seemed great and anyway was moving to London the following week, and the rent was cheap as chips!
Too good to be true? Yep! She was the strangest person I've ever met.
She watched me unpacking my kitchen stuff on day 1, and as each item emerged from the bags asked 'why do you buy that particular brand of pasta?', 'do you really think Comfort is better than Lenor?', etc etc.
I thought, ah, she's just nervous and trying to make conversation, so I asked her could she recommend any pubs or other social stuff in the town. She gave me a funny look and asked 'why do you have Ryvitas instead of cream crackers?'.
Downhill from there! The move to London didn't happen, because the flights were too dear (even though she supposedly had interviews arranged)
On weekend mornings she'd knock on my door at 8am and ask was I still asleep (not anymore!)
Every Thursday she fried 4 onions with curry powder til they were black and reeking, then ate the lot while walking around the house (smell usually receded by Wednesday evening!), and once (thanks god only once) she left her skidmark-ey knickers on the floor in the bathroom! Bad enough, but it was the bathroom I shared with the guy who was never there, she had her own en-suite downstairs!
The only time I ever confronted her (I like a quiet life) was when she used her key to go into my bedroom and move things around. As in, she thought my underwear would be 'handier' in the chest of drawers than on the shelf in the wardrobe, and she put my magazines in a pile in order of date! She felt this was all perfectly reasonable
I was so relieved when my contract ended, but felt a bit bad for her when, as I moved out, she gave me a card that said 'thank you for being my friend'
hey ho, least she didn't piss on my bread!
I think I may be married to her! :pac:0 -
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She sounds like she's suffering from depression, and you sound like the kind of person that counts the number of cornflakes that you have left in the packet and leaves passive aggresive notes for flatmates on the fridge.
Pro tip: Cornflakes break in the packet, you need to weigh them for an accurate assessment of what's left in the packet. I also check under the bag to make sure nobody has replaced any missing cornflakes with something else, like sand.
Even then, it can go wrong.
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