Sofa so good: the couch-surfing life
IF either of my house-mates rang me to collect them at the bus stop five miles away, have a dinner waiting at home for them, and have a few entertainment itineraries for the night, I’d say ‘Get a taxi, Lennox’s is open late. See you in five.’
But when two strangers email to say they’re lost in Cork City and need a place to crash for the night, my doors swing open with generosity.