I got back from work two hours ago, and the flat was empty, despite the fact that the front door had been left wide open.

A little later, my random French flatmate (who's currently working building a bridge over the Thames for the Channel Tunnel Rail Link) arrived back home complete with two random friends. He'd got rid of the ones who have been staying here for the past two days this morning, apparantly, and replaced them with two equally random individuals.

They proceeded to fill the flat with fumes of a 'dubious' nature, before taking over the entire kitchen. And bathroom.

So now I'm trapped in my room, with only my stereo and a large glass of some french aniseed-based alcoholic drink (which went some way to passifying me) for company. I'd quite like some food, but I really can't be bothered standing there and making polite conversation while I cook it.