Oh fucking hell.

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FNG has an inability to close doors behind him quietly. It's near 11PM and in the half hour he's been in the house since he came back from the gym, that's all you can hear. He has no concept of time - doors will close automatically behind him (which is near enough slamming as makes no difference) and this place has no carpet in it and the walls are paper thin, so everything shakes.

I'm going to have to tell him to pay more attention when he's around the apartment.

He's a heavy footed fucker too, so I can look forward to him clumping around, doing about ten laps of the house just to make a cup of tea.