Living with my parents boosted our sex life
Waking up on a Saturday morning, I hear the usual banging and slamming of doors. My daughter, Ella, who is 11, runs past my room offering a cursory wave. Instead of coming in for a cuddle, she’s heading to her grandparents’ room in the massive, old hotel we now call home. She starts her morning with a hug and chat there before we all settle down to breakfast in our multi-generational kitchen.
‘I’ve been dreaming of this since I was a child’
