No wonder our tiny bathroom was awash with debris from the domestic sewage system. There were simply far too many people in the house, and the drains could no longer cope with the increased use of the facilities.

Somehow TPR and I needed to rid ourselves of these unwanted visitors, especially those who were sleeping in our bedroom. A few were in a white divan next to the wardrobe, others were on the floor, and we had Tamsin Greig sandwiched between us in our own bed.

In the meantime I wondered who was going to clean up the raw sewage that was now seeping across the tiles and out of the bathroom door and into the green bedroom carpet? It was Thursday, but TPR considered such a task beyond the call of duty of our weekly cleaner.