I love my bedroom. I love my house. I also love my Mum, Dad and Big Bro Fred... and don’t get me started on those snuggly doggies of ours.
At two years and five months of age, I really can’t imagine living anywhere else. However, with my heightened state of wider awareness, I do realise that at some point, I will want to spread my fairy wings, fly off to make a nest of my own and continue the circle of life that stars of The Lion King sing about so passionately.
It seems though that the day when I decide to take off may be longer away than we once thought.
Those clever counters over at the Office for National Statistics have found there are lots more grown ups living with their mummies and daddies these days. You’ll find just over one in four people who are between 20 and 34 being tucked in at night with a cup of hot chocolate and a bedtime story from their parentals.
That’s a quarter more than were doing that back in 1996 when my Dad was taking his big school exams and Mum was getting the key of the door... although there wasn’t much point in the latter given the fact she’d been living away from home for a good two years by this point.
But I digress. It would seem the main reason for the increase in people choosing to remain in the ancestral home for longer boils down to money - doesn’t it always?
Whether you’re saving for a house, trying to get a job or simply enjoying the wedge of disposable income which appears when the bills don’t come addressed to you, more and more people have found that home is where the mums and dads are. And I don’t think this is necessarily a bad thing.
I mean, why would anyone want to bolt from the familiar and let’s face it, cushy surroundings of the home you’ve spent your whole life in?
Where else are you going to find people who love you so much that they want to do lots of lovely things like washing and cooking and tidying on your behalf? Where else will you be able to enjoy the trimmings of middle age like millions of TV channels, nice towels, weekend treats from Marksies and top speed wifi at no extra cost? And where else are you going to find such a captive audience who are keen - sometimes insistent - on knowing everything you’ve been up to - even when it’s the early hours of the morning and it’s all you can do to stay upright (I’m paraphrasing Aunty Krystal here)?
But it’s not just all about the youngsters. I really think spending some live-in time with your children when they become adults can be lovely for the parentals too.
You spend all their childhood trying to help them become great people... why wouldn’t you want to see first hand how they’re turning out as grown ups? I think the key to making this increasing household dynamic a success is to make sure everyone involved is aware that the parent/child relationship has to change once you’re both allowed to vote.
So kids, pay your way, do your washing up and offer to do the cooking once in a while. Meanwhile parentals, I would advise you to try and understand your little girls and boys need the space to make mistakes and come in late... so don’t try and use the naughty step with a 24-year-old. But also know that if my Mum’s anything to go by, kids of all ages will always appreciate a cup of hot chocolate and a night night kiss.