"Do you live here alone?" I yelled back over my shoulder as I fumbled with the door knob. What confronted me was the most outrageous bathroom I think I have ever seen in real life. "Don't worry", I mumbled as I counted the tooth brushes on the sink. We'd struck up a casual conversation in a pub round the corner from my cousin's flat the previous day. As you do. She was a stylist. She had regaled me with tales of her home over a few pints. Did I want to see it? Have a coffee? I wasn't prepared for this. "I suppose you wouldn't mind if I moved in?" I asked shaking the water from my hands as I re-entered the kitchen.