Urgh.

Not for the first time, I wonder:

Why do my landlords think that complete strangers who happen to live together should do each other's washing up just in case the landlords want to pop by (illigally)?

Why do various housemates use my cutlery instead of the communal, and then put the communal in my box and mine in the communal? ...I suspect that the answer to this may be 'I need better labels'. Maybe I'll get Alex to translate 'These are my things; Hands Off' into French...


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I just washed the saucepan that had been mouldering since Christmas. Yuck. I have no idea whether it was Neringa or Hannah that left it like that, but Burcu gave the 'I did not use it; I am not washing it!' declaration a few days before she left, and no-one who didn't even live here when it started mouldering is going to clean the damn thing.

...I now have the suspicion that Ms. Landlord is going to count that as a victory and keep being a dick, because it's proved to have worked. -_-;;

I'm just too tired for arguments.