so I come back to this place and the big new fridge is operational but I've not been told how much I can use, the big old fridge is completely fuckin' full of P and K's food, the dining room table's got boxes piled all on it so that's not usable, the dishes have been moved from the sink to milk crates and the whiteboard has a li'l passive aggressive note about doing dishes, because don't you know the magical house elf does 'em.

Because d'you know the magical house elf is able bodied and works a full time job, not like P and K who have chemical sensitivities and are on disability and therefore can't do the dishes or afford to get the dishwasher working.

Sorted mail as nobody else sodding does and my paycheck's not here yet.

I really just want to move out, even though I'm scared shitless of how things might resolve up north.