Never, ever, let any other member of your family/living-group tidy your stuff up.
The joy of the single life!
Living alone, then, it is no wonder you rejoice that things remain precisely where you left them. You feel a great warmth inside on the day you realize that if you haven’t finished the marmalade, there is still some marmalade left.
The joy of the single life!
Lynne Truss, “Making the Cat Laugh”