A parent at school asked me where we were ‘living’ today and looked horrified when I told her we were ‘living' in a hostel.

This conjures up, I’m sure, dorm rooms smelling of sweaty pants. With communal washing facilities, outdoor showers and rucksacks made from highly absorbent tarpaulin material.

This is only partly accurate.

The Risskov Danhostel is in the middle of a forest, right next to the city centre. It’s basic but clean, friendly and in a great location for school and my new office in the Latin Quarter of Aarhus.

It used to be a dance hall.

We have a two bunk bed pied a terre with en suite shower room.

But Daisy still says it smells of sweaty pants.

It’s actually wet towels, readers.

You’ll be relieved to hear.