Invitation accepted, Lore!
;-)
Oh, if we're only pretending then, Anne, (did you really think that I hadn't worked that out?) I'll have Barmaid living next door to me, so that I'll never have to hunt for a corkscrew again . . .
. . . or Chuck, so that we can go for that drink together at last . . .
. . . or Sherrardk, to prevent me from drinking too much. (It's not actually Sherrardk that I'd expect to stop me from drinking, but the thought of having a hangover in the morning, with 5 lively children making a din next door, would be enough to ensure that I moderated my alcohol intake in the first place!)