Who cares about being houseproud? All my muddle is stuffed with reminiscences

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Few issues set off my childhood reminiscences just like the sizzle of onions hitting a scorching pan, the scent of coriander, or the sequence of beeps made by a pay-as-you-go electrical energy meter. Different issues remind me of residence, too: stepping barefoot on a painful little bit of plastic, and that itchy, embarrassed feeling when somebody pops over unannounced and also you haven’t cleared up.