Eventually permission was granted and we spent the Personalized just another beer drinker with a massive meat problem shirt but in fact I love this next morning pretending to bathe. In another year, our builder Howard Spratt knocked a sanctioned hole through the wall in our sitting room. My husband and I gazed at a picture of it in the WhatsApp group chat, 65 miles away at our rental house in East Sussex during a national lockdown. A shaft of south-facing sunlight lit the floorboards, exposed to the air for the first time in more than a century. It looked spectacular. We ate Indian takeaways. We had a baby called Henry, who supplanted the correspondence paper. We commiserated with Humphrey Munson, the kitchen designer, about having to redraw the elegant shaker cabinets on an infinite loop, as musings from the planning officer trickled in and out again.