Bickers and beef over dishwashers, disintegrated dinners and other dilemmas.
There was only so many board games, drinking nights and film marathons my house could endure over lockdown 3.0 before the cracks began to unveil. As much as I was eager to escape my family home and return to the serenity of Sunbury avenue as the holiday season ended, I wish I had known how hard the third lockdown would be.
With everyone locked in a little longer than expected this year, it was inevitable that increased time spent together would begin to fracture all the niceness in me.
Little disagreements turned into Chinese whispers and it wasn’t long before a house meeting was called. A heated debate erupted over those leaving tuna on the side, and the blame game over who has refused to unload the dishwasher. It was all too much for some, with several members in tears over accusations. Even the quietest of characters chimed in – they too, had finally cracked. We were no longer just a house in Sunbury, we were Big Brother, and the bickering had begun.
At times I felt I was alone, but others too had house animosity. My ex-flatmate has relayed his horror stories over Facetime to which he ranted about certain house members deliberately removing milk from the fridge to store their own four bottles of Oat milk. He told how he had been pestered for having a shower at 1am alongside increasing dilemmas as to whether the heating should be kept on overnight. The eco-warriors campaigned that it was wasted electricity – an arguably valid point. Yet those with skylight rooms (speaking from experience) were left to endure the horrors of the ice age that hit this week.
Twice over the past week, someone had turned the hob up to destroy my dinner. I refused to talk at the table and ate my burnt vegetables in silence. I didn’t know if it was jealousy from the vegans as I often catch them staring at my meaty dishes or a pure accident, but twice in one week did seem rather odd. If matters weren’t already bad enough, someone had mistaken their veggie Spaghetti Bolognese for mine and heated it up. As I binned my once pre-cooked dinner, I can confidently say that the cry chart had gained more lines next to my name than I had left the house over the past month.
Fridge space too has accumulated much friction over the last month, those who had decided to organise their lives and meal prep had filled the fridge with various tubs across all shelves. Whilst they may like precooked vegetable curry, I would love to put my shopping away without tubs attacking me left, right and centre.
Yet, as much as we’ve all had our trials and tribulations over the last few weeks, lockdown 3.0 really has brought us closer – a little too close for comfort at times, but this has been a bonding experience we will never forget.
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