Photo by Charles Odell/ Millennium Images, UK It’s not been the greatest week. It started well enough, with the news that my friend K—, with whom I am collaborating on a book, was going to come down to Brighton for a couple of days. Hurrah! “Do you think I could crash out at yours?” Not hurrah. Not because I don’t enjoy her company – I enjoy it very much – but because it would mean tidying the Hove-l. I described it a couple of weeks ago and I was not exaggerating. But I didn’t want to turn her down. I thought: maybe this will be the thing that finally gets me to clean this place up. Also, there’d been a vacuum cleaner sitting by the front door for a couple of weeks – a version of the Henry, but smaller, and in black, called a Henrietta I believe, although I might have hallucinated that. Well, Henry or Henrietta, I’d be wiping that smile off their face soon enough.…