Discover the hanging bath mats of Portrane Tower this Heritage Week

I HAD 14 men in my bedroom this weekend. Separately, for the most part, although two brothers visited on Saturday at the same time.

You could say it’s sad. You could even say it’s not something you wish to read at breakfast on a Monday morning in a respectable newspaper.

Not that the visitation was confined to men. Perish the thought that we’d be sexist. On the contrary, at one point yesterday, three women were in the bedroom, two couples were in the kitchen drinking coffee and tea and eating bikkies, and an organised group with both sexes represented was out in the garden taking slips off the red carnations.