Sharing your living space with anyone other than your hubby, boyfriend or kids when you’re almost 40 is just a bad idea. There’s a certain level of tolerance that just isn’t there for the dirty floors, un-emptied garbage bins and week old take out boxes left by people who do not share your last name or blood line. Let’s not even begin to discuss the assorted items of laundry drying on radiators all over the living room. I’m sorry, I thought that’s what the DRY setting on the washer and the £40 Peter Jones drying rack was for…

Shit’s about to change ’round here.