The veg drawer sags with tired carrots, half an onion, a lonely leek. A tub of rice from Sunday. A wedge of cheese nobody ...

It’s the small everyday slip-ups that flatten flavour and fill the kitchen with that faint, stale fry smell. A bottle left by ...

The noise finds us everywhere now — kitchen radios competing with email pings, a toddler’s wail colliding with late-night ...

You’ve vacuumed, sorted, folded the socks by colour. The room gleams, the surfaces shine, the bin bag is satisfyingly heavy.