Good. Our last flatmate thought leaving his take-away containers everywhere except the bin was acceptable. Long as you aren't as bad as that, I think I can work with that. You know the worst thing about that, though? He was flipping handsome. Big broad shoulders, muscles, gorgeous eyes and hair...

[Donna sighs wistfully.]

If I could just look at him without knowing what he was like to live with. Shame, really.