(unofficial) 'The Madhouse: The Love Bug' (okay it's not normally my kinda genre; I do fantasy mostly. But I thought ths would be more fun to write in a month)
an excerpt

What was under my bed
· 4 slices of mouldy pizza
· 9 mouldy socks
· 2 mouldy books
· 3 items of mouldy old underwear
· 6 mouldy magazines
· 3 coffee mugs with mould growing in them
· General mould all over the place
· Dust bunnies

‘Well,’ I said lightly, ‘I think mould adds character to a house, you know. It’s a form of life, you know, so –’
‘Jem,’ said Carly warningly. ‘If you don’t start disinfecting and cleaning this area out immediately I will move your bed into the garage and you can live with as much mould as you like.'

10.27am
Under my bed, disinfecting all this bloody mould
I really shouldn’t just bung stuff under my bed when I’m bored with it. If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be lying here, up to my elbows in furry green stuff, scrubbing.
‘You know,’ I shouted to Carly (she was downstairs), ‘technically this is child labour. You could be arrested for this.’
‘I’ll take my chances,’ Carly shouted back. ‘Get on with it.’
Bloody social workers. It’s like living with Benito Mussolini.

11am
Still under my bed
I’ve found a pound coin. At least, I think it’s a pound coin; I’ll have to wipe the mould off and see.

1 minute later
It’s a Euro.

2 minutes later
Why is there a Euro under my bed? Surely it can’t be left over from our trip to Disneyland.

Upon closer inspection...
...it is a Yen.
This is just too weird.