Once I had cooked dinner I shooed Erik and Oli off the table and laid out plates. I begrudgingly laid a plate out for Eli and I was really tempted to spit on it.

But I was a classy lady. Not a tramp. I restrained myself and was satisfied with slamming the plate roughly onto the table.

"Guys, food!" I yelled and placed the spaghetti and sauce on the table with large spoons so everyone could choose how much they had.

I had learnt over the time I had lived with these guys to never decide on their food for them. The amount was never right. A lot of the...