There are days when you walk up to the window, lift the blind, and immediately regret it.
Last year has clearly left its calling card: summer dust, renovation grit, rain streaks, cobwebs, and those dried-on bug splatters that have been sitting there since August like tiny cave paintings. Suddenly everything that’s been “invisible” for months becomes painfully obvious.
And that familiar British thought pops up:
“Right… I suppose I should clean that.”
And from this moment on, every one of us becomes one of five very recognisable characters.
Below you’ll find their portraits. And fair warning — at least once you’ll mutter:
“Oh no… that’s me, isn’t it.”