I, like many people who have slight perfectionist tendencies (OK, obsessive compulsive tendencies) and who get stressed, tend to have a little panic before people come to my house. I imagine that the houses they have left are not like my house. They don’t have a laundry basket of clothes waiting to be ironed, or dishes that I haven’t put in the dishwasher because I haven’t unloaded the last lot. I imagine they have perfect houses, with fresh flowers in vases on their bedside tables, chandeliers and colour coordinated towels. And I know these houses exist because I’ve seen them [...]