Not long ago, I opened my door to the horror of an unexpected visitor. A university friend was passing through Bristol on the way to a conference; she thought she’d look me up.
‘Oh hi!’ I beamed, in a voice that said: ‘Oh no!’ While it was nice to see my old pal, what was not nice was the prospect of her seeing inside my home.
Some abodes are always ready for their close-up; mine is not. I need a week’s notice to ensure that the smears of Nutella are scrubbed off the walls and the sinks cleansed of toothpaste glubs.
I stood
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