Last night I got really really grouchy and shouted at my housemates and was generally snappy and hideous. It wasn’t their fault.
It just dawned on me last night kind of slowly (I was awake until nearly 5am) that my room is entirely unsuitable in many ways. In shape and size it is perfect, but I am one uninsulated wall away from the communal areas downstairs, the front door, the main corridor between the front door and the communal areas, and the guy who plays loud electric guitar.
Something needs to change. Last night I was all ready to move out ASAP, but this morning I’m imagining that it might be worth gently poking the situation with a stick. I am not very good at gentle.