I tapped a few of the walls with my knuckles. Tacks would do. The hardboard walls opened like willing virgins. The thinnest of nails penetrated head deep under the lightest taps of the hammer. If only life were so easy. The insights I have gleaned into the matrimonial life of my landlord and his much younger wife through the glazed partition that separates my cooker for theirs would surprise them as much as they have entertain me. It is the one intrusion I don’t resent in the slightest. Joyfulness in middle age.