Ack. Don't get me started on Lydia and Breezehome. I buy the house, unlock the door and she comes running up to accost me, asking in a snarky tone if she can help me. Uh yeah, you can help me by telling me how you got in here and why your room is the only one furnished. I'm the master of the house, shouldn't my room be finished first? And the planks; apparently the carpenters of Whiterun have never attended a trade school or even watched an episode of This Old House, because there are massive gaps between all the floorboards. Do the Whiterun building contractors only hire 10-year-olds? This is all made worse by the fact that my bedroom, where incidentally Lydia spends 97% of her time sitting and eating, is directly above the central hearth. That means that I'm choking on smoke all night.
Combine the shoddy construction with the fact that the Jarl doesn't get along with one of the most prominent clans in the city, the patriarch of which is a major player in the town's mercenary organization and the underlying discontent between groups of haves and have-nots and it only takes a stiff breeze to turn Whiterun into Rapture. So, yeah, I avoid that city.
