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My flatmate does the same thing. I work more hours than him and come home to find him in his dressing gown, the washing up not done, snack food scattered all over the place, his shoes in the middle of the living room and no milk or bread. He starts to follow me round telling me how boring his day was. No subtle hint, like ignoring him, will work - all I want is five minutes to myself when I get in.
From the sound of it you won't be able to ask him to leave you alone without offending him.
Its an age thing, as I'm nearing my late 20s I feel more and more strongly that I don't want to live with anyone else, apart from my gf who will at least have sex with me. Maybe I'm turning into a grumpy old man like she tells me I am.
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