It was very all-pervading as a job, there was almost no privacy. My flat was where my… when Roger joined as the invaluable, wonderful number two, that was where we had our coffee together. My bedroom was actually the security route for getting in and unlocking the burglar alarm so I couldn’t even sleep in if I was having a day off because somebody else had to track through the bedroom in order to get the alarms off and that, in a silly, little way… a big, little way… that’s an indication of how the place had never been designed or conceived to work as a… as anything other than a house, where the purpose of living there was to operate the house, for its public purpose. People would be talking Kettle’s Yard as they walked past, sometimes accurately, sometimes inaccurately, there were times when I longed to rush out and berate them but it was quite funny what one heard through that door. Roger Malbert arrived and, like me, he was… well, at the time I was 6’2” and had a 28” waist and Roger’s build was pretty similar and I did once hear somebody standing outside the door saying, “oh yes, you just pull this bell and a thin, young man comes out”.