Auntie SS showed me and my sister J around my mother’s recently upgraded house.

The kitchen was vastly enlarged with brand new units installed. It was also exceptionally tidy. Several new bedrooms had been added, all kitted out with brand new furniture. Even my long-dead 105 year-old maternal grandmother (now known as Claire) was sleeping peacefully in her own room.

The only poor planning decision was to extend the entrance hall and compromise on the height of the front door. Anyone over the height of six feet would have to stoop to enter.

My sister J and I realised that we could no longer use the excuse of ‘There is nowhere for us to sleep’ whenever we wanted to turn down invitations to visit.