Maybe not getting my deposit back?

This morning I was due to be doing a spot of reporting at Clothes Show Live.

After I got out of the shower and attempted to get dressed I got on my clothes before realising in a post sleepy daze my trousers had acquired a life of their own and disappeared.

Tearing up my room frantically late I was going to make my friend Steff and myself late I began tearing up my already messy room in a vain attempt to relocate them.

After the clock had ticked 10 minutes away with only another 15 to spare before I was due to leave I thought: 'Why not check my drawer?!'

It would not open.

After grappling with it and trying to yank prise it open as I knew in my efforts to categorise and organise my room I had put all bottoms and skirts in the last draw.

Turns out the base of the middle draw had somehow fallen through under the weight of the clothes inside it.

That, or maybe my landlord decided to call on Ikea for the worst possible furnishing for our house. I don't know.

What I do know though, is that I now have a broken drawer which isn't as bad as the broken window handle debacle in my last uni room but that's for another day...

Oh and I was late.