“I love to host, be it a dinner, lunch or a party. Because I’m prone to some mild showing off, glasses are always full, the food is always some kind of fancy dinner party-esque showy feast. But come the end of the night, when my guests are looking inebriated and comfortable, I’ll phone them a taxi rather than offer a bed for the night. Hosting is fun, but it is bloody exhausting, and a few hours is enough for me. So it was with some trepidation recently that I offered a newly single friend the spare room for a few weeks.”