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So, remember my housemate? Okay, so we had a rental inspection today, and he left for a holiday in Melbourne on the Thursday, so he's been pottering around the house cleaning and tidying and trimming plants these last few days, in an effort to do his bit. And bless his little cotton socks, he has done an amazing job. Definitely above and beyond. But in some instances, he's gone a little too above; and definitely far too far beyond.

There are four of us in the house; and we three boys share a bathroom. Luckily there's a large windowsill, big enough to fit all the random products that we each need. It's very utilitarian, and perfect for a boy's bathroom.

That was, however, until Swishy McFlair decided to go all Changing Rooms on us. This is what our windowsill looks like now:



Yes, that is a delicate arrangement of seashells, a careful display of candles, and a PICTURE OF THE NAFFING OCEAN.

And now all of our stuff is crammed in this tiny tiny cupboard:



And that's only a fraction of it - there are three drawers to the right of this cupboard, also packed to the gills with all our stuff. And this cupboard is like, two centimetres off the ground. We're not talking convenience, here.

Having said that, I'm not sure what I'm more appalled by - the fact that all my stuff has been moved, or that I now have the world's most ridiculous looking bathroom. I can't even say he gayed it up - because to be perfectly honest, with all the product that was on the windowsill previously, it was plenty gay already. And I can't say he made it girly, because several girls have seen it and laughed hysterically at it. No, the problem is it is now just an ugly clichéd bathrom. I mean, really. Seashells and a beach photo? Will we have three ducks of varying sizes flying on the wall, too? Could we block mount a poster of a wine bottle next to a crusty loaf of bread to put in the kitchen? Maybe we could make little potting gardens out of filleted car tyres?

I hope someone else can make us one of those doll-in-a-big-dress toilet roll covers though - because those finickity little crochet stitches give me the irrits.