Living in someone else's house is strange. You embroil yourself into their world. I think in some senses letting someone live with you and your family is opening up your most personal behaviour. It's kind of scary. We started billeting last night. That means we're living with strangers, in their house. Gone are the days of the neutral ground of living with strangers in a strange house now we're living with different strangers in their strangehouse. Strange. We do now all have access to a TV, which is a change. Time to relearn how to be antisocial.