On the basis of the enthusiastic reports of the recent fabulous visit of my mother and sister J, I could not wait to return to the White House. I met the man in charge of the (now) old people’s home, and popped in and out of the bedrooms to meet the residents. At the end of my visit I checked out the new dining room where Hector’s House once stood.

Not long afterwards TPR and I moved into my parents’ old bedroom. We made the bathroom next door our own. It was important that it remained in its old shabby shape, just like the upstairs kitchen across the hall.