Lockdown presents a new level of personal space sharing. Previously, you just thought you were living with someone. What you were actually doing was having dinner or planning DIY together, going to bed, waking up in the morning, having a little spoon – a little fork if you were lucky – then trotting off to work for the day, returning home for dinner. Before lockdown it didn’t matter that you were actually a slatternly tramp because the magic house cleaning fairy would come once a week and a 10-minute whip round of discarded clothes, papers, half-drunk mugs of tea, sticky dog bones and dead flowers was all that was needed to keep harmony and peace. Since the age of lockdown, you are no longer living with someone, you are L-I- V-I-N-G W-I-T-H S-O-M-E-O-N-E.
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