We’ve all had to put up with a bad housemate at one time or another. You know the sort: writes passive aggressive notes finished with smiley faces, forces you to sit through Made In Chelsea omnibuses, leaves crumbs in the butter.
Horrific, we know, but a relative saint compared to the tales of domestic savagery below.
When writer Dawn Foster asked her Twitter users for their worst flatmate stories, a can of worms was duly opened. A can of worms which has been emptied onto a plate that won’t be cleaned for three days and left in an overflowing bin bag like a game of edible Jenga.
Read on and try not to cry, OK?