I have a friend who is ridiculously house-proud. Her beautiful house is always home-show level immaculate. It’s the sort of tidy where the Queen (or her mother-in-law) could drop in for a surprise visit and everyone would think a team of industrial cleaners had just left.
My home is not like this. In fact, my home is the polar opposite. When unexpected visitors drop into my house, they are generally treated to three choruses of, “Sorry about the mess”.