Living on your own – the good, the bad and the downright mental

The good

• Being able to go back to bed at three o’clock on a Saturday afternoon with no one knowing.
• Having a whole freezer to yourself (this doesn’t sound that great, but trust me, it is).
• Walking around naked as required (although it’s a bit chilly for this).
• Being able to have a life-sized cardboard cut-out of Robert Pattinson in your bedroom (also a handy burglar deterrent).

The bad

• Having to fix EVERYTHING yourself/get your dad to drive 60 miles to fix the stuff you’ve failed to fix yourself.
• Living in constant terror that you’re going to forget or lose your keys.
• Patrolling around in the middle of the night with a hammer to kill burglars/terrorists/zombies after you hear a strange noise.*

The mental

• Talking to yourself.
• Talking to your life-sized cardboard cut-out of Robert Pattinson.

*Strange noise turned out to be overloaded wardrobe rail collapsing. Cue phone call to parent.