Nigel Farage in the UK.

We allowed a young Arab man to stay with us over Christmas. He’d spent a year in our town aged 8 and had returned aged 21 to revisit his old school friends, most of whom had forgotten him and didn’t trust his unsolicited FB messages. He arrived on Christmas Eve and was staying in a B&B when we agreed to meet him in a coffee shop. Needless to say, he ended up living at our place for a fortnight before he went home. Over the next decade, he popped over for a visit every few years and we went to Egypt a couple of times. Sadly he was born with a congenital heart defect and died a while ago now, leaving a wife and daughter. We are still in contact with his family.

Back in 2022, we nearly agreed to host a Ukrainian refugee (there’s a Government scheme to arrange this) but we were downsizing to a different part of the UK and so it became unfeasible.

My brother-in-law lived with us for 6 months after his divorce 20 years or so ago. That period was quite trying.

Too late for me. I gave up, 2 episodes into Series 2.

I suppose it may not fit ‘your’ definition of healthy but that is entirely up to you. No downvote needed.

South London, UK: doner meat and chips. Optional lettuce, onions and burger sauce.

I’d have to disagree. I’m over 60 and basically healthy. I’m slightly overweight now and take one pill a day to control an enlarged prostate but that’s it.

Now I absolutely process the world. I’m married, I had three children and have suffered the usual share of family dramas / estrangements. I’ve been made redundant, run my own business, struggled to make ends meet, seen my wife suffer health issues (brain tumor, ovarian cyst, knee damage, etc.) and made and lost friends. I’m atheist, socialist and paid both a mortgage and rent. I am currently enraged by the rise of fascism and terrified for my children’s future but I wouldn’t call that mental illness. I still sleep at night, get up in the morning, try to live a good life and make a difference in my community. I’ve never been in therapy and I have had times of deep sadness and times of immense joy.

I doubt very much that I’m unusual.

The coffee is luke warm and the doughnuts are stale. It’s always windy and slightly too cold for comfort but not cold enough to put the heating on. Your bum itches.

Why were you sent here? See below.

Pride: you bragged about the size of your investments to your poorer relatives.

Greed: you shoplifted from a small ‘Mom & Pop’ store (stealing stuff from a chain store doesn’t count).

Wrath: you were rude to the waitress because of a small error in your order.

Lust: you propositioned your spouse’s younger sibling (and got turned down).

Envy: you keyed your neighbour’s new car.

Gluttony: you ate the last slice of pizza and drank the last beer.

Sloth: you never got out of bed before 11:00 a.m. at the weekend.