"He reads with a bunched-up mouth: his bank-statement face"

IT’S 6.30pm, Thursday, and my husband and I are yawning at each other across the kitchen table.

We are tired as flats; never mind the general upheaval, the sale of a house is a very socially-engaging business, what with all the experts involved.

We’ve been receiving visitors from auctioneers, engineers, inspectors and mappers since June.