So the saying goes anyway. Then again, I’m sharing a house at the minute and I may as well be living on my own. I never see anyone. There’s a German astronautical engineer who starts every conversation with “I’m in a hurry” just to make absolutely sure no ‘exchange’ of words lasts longer than 35 seconds; a French-Singaporean girl who I have glimpsed just once in two weeks; a Japanese-Canadian writer who can barely look me in the eye and is scared of his own shadow; and an Australian girl who is normal ie. can actually hold a conversation. It’s not quite what I expected sharing would be like. But I don’t mind. You do your thing, I’ll do mine. Just flush the chain and don’t steal my food.