Dealing with Airbnb as I Get Older

Becca’s uber-clean room

A week of unexpected action. Monday morning, as I get on the good foot and am clearing out the shed in a hunt for the key to my bike’s front wheel, I get a last-minute Airbnb request, my first ever. It’s for three nights starting tonight and the woman, Jane*, has great reviews. She apologises for the lateness of the booking, and s…