The shoes littered the hallway creating their own bed of dusty mud. They lay not in pairs but often far apart, kicked off in random directions the second they were no longer required. Amongst them were the tell-tale leaf fragments of the season which had by now begun their annual migration across the lurid carpet and up the stairs. For any visitor this chaos the doorway was fair warning of what to expect inside. This was not a home where housework mattered, this was the home of people so focused on their individual passions that no-one felt the goal of cleanliness was worth diverting even a fraction of their precious time to. Yet somehow there was time for computer games and social media...