The current contents of my fridge does not bode well at 9pm on a Sunday night when literally every shop is closed and I’m starving hungry.

Tonight I did a grand total of twenty six kilos of washing; a backlog that has taken me around three months to acquire. Afterwards I put it in the tumble drier at the laundrette, which I foolishly assumed would dry the clothes (I have no idea what gave me this impression). Many euros later the clothes were still soaking wet so I now have them all hanging around the flat like a giant obstacle course to get from one room to the next. I hope my flatmate is feeling agile when she gets in from work.

(And yes, that is a lamp on top of an empty box in front of a cabinet in the corner of the room.)