First husband asked the question; then Younger Son repeated it when he got home from college.
'No, we are not having visitors!'
'Why are you cleaning then?'
Honestly, anyone would think I only cleaned when we were expecting visitors.
I started by sorting out my underwear drawer as it was impossible to close. I found I have 48 - 49 if you include the ones I'm wearing - pairs of knickers. I've arranged them into three piles:
special day ones;
sloppy 'I need to let it all hang out' day ones.
And I was very good: I forced myself to throw some of my favourite in the latter category in the bin. I was late for prison yesterday and and had to run and I found myself in the middle of a busy main road in Swansea with my knickers dangling around my thighs.
It was just a relief I was wearing jeans.