Having your dad and his wife come round to stay at your flat can be a mixed affair when you’re a grown up. I’m actually enjoying it this time – we’ve had no major arguments in the first five days. First off, I had to get up with a stonking four day bank holiday weekend hangover after only four hours kip and clean the place before they arrived. And the place did look good. But it’s been getting cleaner and more repaired by the day now. Every day I come back from work, and things have been mended and tidied. Marvellous. A little investment in the beginning, and things just get more and more shiny. Hopefully I can get my dad to re-tile the bathroom before I get home tomorrow.