We have a room, its the (not very) Quiet Room. I am DM had a long term lover in the name of Batdog, a small, black and white pug, he disappeared in mysterious circumstances some time ago. Her marriage to James is a farce, as measured by the high turn-over of Au-pairs and the retained Gynaecologist. Sadly deluded, DM shuffles from gin palace to trashy emporium seeking solace in conspicuous consumption and oblivion in the bottle. Let us be understanding of her bizarre behaviour and uncertain ways, she nears the end of a long and painful journey of self destruction. Nobody mention the smell.