Home-swapping lets me trade in my London flat for a pool-side villa in San Diego
There is nothing embarrassing or untoward in my wife’s drawers.
I’ll clarify that at the outset, because when we tell friends that we enjoy regular holiday home swaps, their first question is invariably: ‘Aren’t you worried about them going through your drawers?’
Our response is always the same: no, because unlike you filthy people, we have nothing to hide – and if we did, there’s a lockable cabinet.
Since we first exchanged our modest London home ten years ago, we’ve arranged holiday swaps across the world. We’ve spent midwinter at the Arctic Circle and summer in suburban San Diego, lived... read more