Bloody backpackers

Thieving bastards the lot of them (well, the lot that I don't like and not me, because I'm not like that). My olive oil, bread, knife and - worst of all - my WINE have all gone missing in the last few days. Now, it's not really been a problem before, maybe the odd bit of cutlery would go missing (usually taken by people leaving who wanted their bond back) but this is beyond a joke. So much food and alcohol (not only my wine but a friend's beer, all 15 cans of it) has been taken recently. Loads of people have left and we've got new people in and some one, some SCUM, can't be trusted. It really gets me because we're all in the same boat, we're all here to work to earn money to travel a bit more, not to support thieving gits who can't be arsed to go to the shop down the road. Bastards.