I was enjoying watching some program called "crash stunt idiots", and enjoying the total lack of brain activity needed to do it. *Ding d-ding dong ding ding d-d-diiiiiiiiiiiing dong* *mutters about needing to remember to change the bloody annoying dorbell ringer thingy* I opened the door to be faced with a smart-casualed young man holding flowers, and as I was processing this information and wondering why a young man with folwers would turn up at our door, as both my female housemates have boyfriends, and I have a girlfriend. "Can I see A please?" "Uh, sure, I'll just get her, wait here." *cogs whirr, brain function normalizes* Bugger. That would be A's ex-bf. And I've just told him she is here. So they are talking in the lounge at the moment, and I am in my room doghouse, and we need to go to Tesco before 4 otherwise I can't feed my gf when she returns from her netball tournament, but I can't leave them alone together in case he gets violent. Balls.