So good to be home. Well, kinda!?

After an hour or so in the car I finally got home after a long, stressful and somewhat turbulent term. Driving up the tree lined avenue I could almost smell the coffee as I approached. Without even unpacking my car I jumped out, ran inside and there it was...

Sitting on the couch, insulated by its own sheer mass and blubber, the waste of space that is my aunt was still here. Close on a year later I thought she would have moved on, found somebody else to use and abuse for free food and shelter but no. She was still here. In my house. Eating my bacon. 

Cave troll aside I am happy to be home. There is good coffee, some food and a bed and shower with my name on it. I shouldn't complain. I know it's more than most have. It's just amazing how the sight of a person and destroy your good mood. Am I being unreasonable or is this justified?