Our cottage in Chichester

“This is funny,” said Frances, opening and closing drawers in the kitchen. “We get six of everything. Look!”
She was right. Knives, forks plates, glasses, cups. Six of everything. Except for electrical sockets. In the kitchen, five plugs were fitted together like large bits of Lego, clustered around just one outlet in the wall.
Six towels. Then we saw six bars of soap. When we discovered the stock of toilet rolls, we stopped counting.