Because I’m quite literally acting like a 14-year-old again, I read and re-read the messages Eileen and I sent earlier this morning:

‘Morning, Lily. Sleep alright?’

‘As well as I possibly can when my roommate decides to drop every single pan on the floor at 6 AM.’

‘Ah, the joy of having roommates. Definitely don’t miss those days.’

‘It’s honestly so aggravating sometimes. Love them, but god I want to murder them both ...