There has been another flat-mate change in our house. Only this time, Flatmate-Boy's moving out wasn't because relations had degenerated to the point where we all hated each other (which has actually happened three times this year, ouch). No, it was because he's going home for three months and didn't want to have to pay rent, which seems fair enough to me.

I'll miss his little face. Probably won't miss the doof-doof music that floated out from under his door, or the occasional rotten garbage fragrance because he hadn't gotten around to taking it out, or the recreational drug use he sometimes indulged in. Still, like I say, we'll miss him because we all did quite like each other.

And he left us half a bottle of vodka in the fridge. This one's for you Flatmate-Boy.