I stayed at a friend’s last Friday and Saturday nights with a bunch of other friends and friends of friends who had all descended on this poor Wimbledon home with a view to getting drunk quickly, eating a load and making an enormous racket and mess. We accomplished all of those goals with, as you would expect, consummate ease. However when we arrived, beers in hand, we got to the fridge to look for space to store our recent acquisitions.
There was water everywhere. In the drawers, on the shelves and at the bottom of the fridge itself. I suppose when you have four socially awkward people with no social skills, no real world knowledge and very little common sense living under one roof these kinds of simple things tend to fall by the wayside. At least they are all studying PhDs though.