Tell you What. I'll make dinner, isit?

So, I came back home today to find some clues strewn about my flat. I think there might be someone else living here when I'm not. I go out to buy milk, I come back and someone's been to the toilet, left me a little present. I go out for a drink on Friday and I wake up the next day to find a prune on the pillow next to me. A little present from an in-house admirer perhaps, or a deadly warning not to go out any more. I've decided to set up boobie traps around the flat. They consist of a human hair stuck across the cupboard doors so that I know if someone's been in them because the hair will have dropped to the floor.
I'm waiting to see what happens.
M xx