You cleaned obsessively; the house was never dirty. Being a stay-at-home mum allowed you to spend near all day tidying. As well as making homemade meals daily.

The windows, the bed frames,behind the fridge … everything was cleaned. Nobody could wear shoes in the house, and your three-year-old—Malaya—knew to put her rubbish away.

When your husband of five years, Simon, told you he wanted a dog, you panicked; the idea of hair and saliva scared you. And so you settled on an apricot-coloured poodle who rarely ever shedded. She was named August now.

Your hands were cracked and dry from the use of bleach, you exhausted yourself mentally and physically from cleaning.