4a Audrey Terrace, Edinburgh was a West End palace – and ours, all ours. We bought it for the ballroom and the prospect of the fabulous parties that we would host there. The immense front porch had plenty of space to hang everyone’s jackets and coats, and we could put in an extra bathroom in some dead space in the middle of the ground floor. The only drawback of our new flat was that it did not have a back door.
When HR called round to visit (her face shrouded in a long red and black veil) she mentioned that we should watch out for Nicola Sturgeon’s new ‘friend tax’.