Living with a Messie

I once had a housemate who was so untidy that I bought myself a book entitled “When You Live With A Messie” and left it lying around. I don’t think he actually took the hint. Michael is nowhere near as bad as my former housemate was but still has some definite ‘Messie’ tendencies. Despite the fact that he has been away for three days, the house still looks like there is a Messie around – I’ve spent so little time at home over the last few days that the flat looks pretty much the same as it did when he left.