To be or not to be a landlady: Alas, poor Yorick finds no mouse kidneys

IT’S well for some, that’s all I can say.

Well for some who can swan around this glorious Easter weekend, eating chocolate on the beach or stripped to their scanties in the back garden, getting the sun.

Me, I’ve been getting the house ready for the renters. I’m going to be a landlady, part of a new demographic, caused by the general political waffling around stamp duty.