There was a move to honour the White House (Hartburn, Stockton-on-Tees) as a national monument on account of the parties held there in the 1970s and 1980s.
I doubted that it merited such attention: it was not as if my parents had led a great art movement. In any case, the place was a mess, despite the newly hung blue and white Louis XVI wallpaper in the dining room. Who else, for example, would keep a copy of their will under the sofa?
