We have a kitchen table that has squished 13 people around it eating – several times. And peeps dancing on it, standing on it to fix the light or to hang the washing up on the knackered ceiling rack that can’t be lowered (!?)

And teenagers playing Texas Holdem until sunrise.

I spend most of my life here.

I’m here right now.

Just cooked a full Roast Chicken with roast potatoes and carrots and yorkshires and gravy and pigs in blankets and mahoosive Club Sandwiches for younger son.

When we have – sorry – had people staying here, we ALL congregated in the kitchen. Naturally.

Shame on ME ?