My normal The flatmate that normally lives here is out of the country for 2 months (me and the pirate had the appartment for ourselves for a week, Yoho – party!) and the next 6 weeks a temporary flatmate will be living here. She moved in yesterday, and is around my age (which is very young).
We have a small bathroom here that we share, and in this bathroom there are 4 shelves. Shelves you can use to put your bathroom stuff on. You know what I mean, I mean things like toothpaste, toothbrush, deodorant, soap, shampoo, hairgel, some cream, lip cream, suncream and after-sun. And ok, I do have about 3 different bottles of Eau de toilette standing there too.
All my stuff fills about half a shelve.
The other 3 shelves are my flatmates’. And they are stuffed to the very last inch (<- see I am a Brit know). Stuffed with mediteranean sea salt scrub cream (don't let Davy hear that), anti aging cremes (who are you fooling), 5 different types of lotion, 8 types of soap and shampoo (probably one for each day of the week), Hair revival kits (hair is dead, don't waste your energy), Hair survival kits, and Perfectionist with poly peptageen cellulides. I have no idea what that last one is for, but it sounds pretty scary to me. And this is only a small selection of the stuff that is standing there. One of us lost touch somehow here, I am just not entirely sure it is me this time.