I was over a week early to mine last year. Two of the girls I lived with came in a few times during that week, but despite the fact that 'd used my huge art folder to hold the to my room open, and they knew I was there alone, they never even said hi. They were such lovely flatmates. They moved the two sofas in the living room to face each other so they could put their feet up, they left me 'fuck you' notes in the fridge and they moved my sodding imac off the coffee table at 4am once so that they could put the hi fi and an ashtray on it. I was only in bed for 3 sodding hours that night and they wrecked havoc (but apparently weren't drunk, even though it took them half an hour to make a cheese toasty).
I had such lovely flatmates. One of them never appeared, one moved out in the middle of the night and used to make a huge mess in the kitchen, two were bitches and one I usually got along with, but always liked to make himself feel superior.