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So, I'll have a new flatmate on Sunday. And suddenly I'm kind of nervous about it. I've lived with her before and we've been fine and she's a lovely lass and everything, it's just that I've got used to having my house to myself. To pleasing myself in matters like having friends over til late, watching videos/TV, playing music, having a bath. Just stuff. And now I'll have to consider Rach. And the walls are not that thick in the house so we will have to be careful. Writing it down like this makes it look like more of a worry than it actually is - it's only the faintest of whiffs of unease. But it's there.