It’s the silliest of things. But that doesn’t make it any less irritating! The Flatmate drinks a lot of coffee, I drink a little. This in itself is no problem whatsoever. The problem arose when The Flatmate spilt a little sugar on the work surface. After The Boyfriend pointed it out, she, who I believe genuinely hadn’t’ noticed, wiped it up. Which again, isn’t a problem in itself. However, she left the spilt coffee next to it, “because she hadn’t spilt it”
Oh no, it has begun…
There will soon be little notes on the fridge about “my milk” and “my butter” and calculatedly washed up mugs alongside pointedly ignored dishes…
Someone shoot me now.
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