Four weeks of overseeing refurbishments and my mood isn’t exactly improving where Carrero is concerned. In a month I have learned nothing of value about him, not managed to get under that mask of indifference or become anything more than an annoying voice in his day.

He comes and goes sometimes, with another bimbo in tow, and I am sick to death of hearing the women wailing like banshees through sex anytime he stays over. I never opted for a roommate who had a sex drive of a serial screwer, and I sure as hell don’t want to fall into bed every night and listen to some slapper getting off...