Passed out in the living room

So last night myself and Milly slept in their living room, myself on the sofa and her in the armchair. I was awoken at 7am when the kids’ TV programmes came on (the TV had been left on in the corner of the room) and decided that it would be a good idea to go home.

I’ve decided there are two types of multiple occupancy houses or flats. Firstly there’s the kind of ‘cool’ places where everyone knows each other, trusts each other and generally get on. It’s the kind of place I’ve been lucky to live in for the previous two years, and it’s the kind of place where you can fall asleep on the sofa all night and it’s fine because it feels like a safe environment.

Secondly there’s the kind of house where you don’t have all these criteria, and that’s more like the kind of place I’m living in now. It’s comforting that I know people who live in places that fit into the former category, who don’t mind me passing out in their living rooms :-).