I started the day at six, woken by my flatmate, apparently lying in bed listening to his alarm. For an hour. He then farted about the bathroom for 45 minutes, not only depriving me of much needed sleep, but facing being quite late for work. This he then topped by locking me in the flat. I ended the day by retrieving my washing, noticing a large black biro draining in the machine window that aforementioned flatmate had left there, assumedly accidentally from his own recent wash. Sometimes you wonder, in the face of such thoughtlessness, if you really still exist.