Domestic chaos, served with a cuppa.
Armed with a torch, a teaspoon and zero archaeological training, we conducted a full dig of the drawer every British kitchen pretends it doesn't have. The findings: seventeen takeaway menus, one screwdriver of great sentimental value, and keys to absolutely nothing.
For one month, I logged every single wash, dry and despair in Household No. 6. The results: forty-two loads, six unmatched socks, one permanently damp PE kit, and an electricity bill that made me laugh so I wouldn't cry. Here's what I learned — including how to actually dry clothes in a British winter without remortgaging.
We conducted a month-long investigation into the tea-making habits of everyone under this roof, and the results are damning. One resident microwaves their mug. We're not ready to talk about it, but we're going to anyway.