AT the end of last year, Twenty-three and Twenty-two announced that they were looking around for a flat to share with a friend.
‘At last!’ said my husband. ‘We can finally set up that meth lab in the basement.’
They rolled their eyes. ‘You guys are going to miss us so hard,’ they said. Because apparently ‘much’ is no longer a word.
They came back from the Christmas break two days before we
