The Lodger
Since the k**s have grown up and left home, as much as I love them, it has been bliss. No competing for the bathroom. No heaps of abandoned washing up appearing by the kitchen sink. But the biggest benefit for me has been the fact that, come the warmer months, I can abandon the tyranny of clothing and spend much of my time as nature intended around the house and, much more importantly, out in the garden. Our garden is reasonably private. The neighbours either can’t see, haven’t noticed, or just...