I feel so sorry for my brothers. They’ve always had to share a room, but just imagine how crap that must be when you’re old enough to lead your own life, but can’t. I remember how difficult it was when I spent the summer between my first and second university years at home – and I got on with my parents, had my own space, and a job which got me out of the house most days.
For one of my brothers, it’s especially difficult. He’s just finished university but can’t afford to stay in London (where he needs to be for his chosen career). Until he can get himself sorted out with jobs and affordable accommodation he’s back up here, in his childhood bedroom, with his brother.
Am I allowed to let myself be all big-sisterly and admit that part of me is glad they’re back around? It’s no fun being in a big family when you can’t go and pester a sib at a moments notice.
Anyway, Boys – good luck!