Being cooked for is probably the best thing about living with my parents. I could never be bothered doing it just for me. Oh, and there wasn't always enough money for a full meal, or even a meal at all toward the end, because it had all gone on keeping the house, the electricity, the phone or the comics. Even if I'm not awake for it, which I'm usually not, Mum still cooks for me and put's it in microwave ready for me to get up. It's gunna be kinda hard leaving. I think it's a trap of some kind.