It's the middle of the night and I'm awoken by the sound of the microwave - BEEP... BEEP. About a minute later - BEEP... BEEP - again. So I decide to investigate and there is a bowl of porridge in the microwave that has been sitting a while. This is no Goldilocks and The Three Bears story. Our microwave beeps once it has heated something until you open the door.The owner of this porridge could be no other than my very own flatmate Nachy. He has once again returned and attempted to cook a wee snack. On this particular occasion he also managed to turn on everything in the house - the lights in the hall, living room, kitchen, bathroom, bedroom and office. Electrical appliances including the computer and television in both the living room and his own bedroom.
This was a while back, but again, just last night, I got up to the opening of the door and a punch drunk Nachy navigating his way to the kitchen. Yes, you guessed it, to make a snack. Big Soup this time with a bit of toast.
I go back to bed but wake an hour later to find him curled up on the sofa, Big Soup and toast in his belly - and absolutely everything on. The BBC iPlayer had stopped and he had been watching The Wonders Of Science. At least our Nachy had got the grub into him this time. I turned off the TV and went back to bed only to hear him shuffle off to his own a little later.
In the morning I'm woken by his alarm. It goes off for twenty minutes before he wakes. Sometimes he falls out of bed and tries to climb back in but only gets halfway. This is why he's my flatmate.
For Nachy
