Let me guess what you’re thinking right this very second: you think I am a terrible, terrible person.
You’re probably right.
What kind of person accepts someone’s gracious invitation to stay in their home, be provided with a roof over their head and fresh sheets and hot water, only to rifle through their personal possessions?
Me. That’s who. (And you shouldn’t pretend you don’t either.)
Humans are naturally curious creatures, and I am one of the nosiest people I know. The kind of person who hears people whispering in the next room and doesn’t stop until I find a way to overhear.
So when I stay somewhere new, you can guarantee that I will spent a good half an hour after arriving opening and closing every cupboard, sideboard and wardrobe door.