Seriously Outnumbered

I arrived back tonight (Sunday) from a brief weekend sojourn in Sheffield, incorporating a very nice meal out at the Robin Hood in Stannington (you should try it - excellent quality), and a horrible realisation at Sheffield station this afternoon that the reason there was no 1609 from Sheffield as anticipated was because the 1609 goes from Doncaster and I had misread my ticket. Bugger.

Neil had warned me that there would be new flatmates arriving this weekend. Details were sketchy, but one of them had previously spent some time at the cookery school. When I opened the door Click emerged with a big grin on her face, ushering out our new companions, Sophie and Kylie (yes, really). I feel myself completely outnumbered, and fearing the worst:

• they have already made their culinery intentions clear by "cooking" chocolate cornflakes and nachos (and saving some for me which I felt obliged to force down)
• the bathroom will have to be booked 3 days in advance, even just for a pee
• if I do ever get in, the plughole will be permanently full of hair
• there will be copies of Hello and OK spread around the living room floor in a treacherous fashion
• there will be a constant diet of chick flicks on the TV (tonight's offering was called "She's The Man", a version of Twelfth Night for people with one brain cell or less)
• there will be constant high-pitched shrieking in the house
• I won't be able to wander around so freely in my underwear (I should add that Click never emerges from her room until 8.54am so this has been perfectly safe up until now [we set off at 8.55am])

I'm sure I could list a whole string of other disadvantages if I put my mind to it. Its not like me to be negative though. Get a grip Frank. They might be wonderful conversationalists who are particularly keen on real ale, narrow boating and growing vegetables. I must treat it as another of life's unique experiences.