What I won't miss - Clinking.

I think we all know what I say when I talk about those pots and pans being smashed together downstairs making an almighty ruckus. The culprit? It has to be mother. Persistent clinking of cups, washing up, plates at stupid o'clock like 6am - its almost as if they are pretending to be your alarm clock with the snooze button broken. But that is something I definitely will not miss, unless one of my flat mates decides they like early morning washing up.