The Disadvantages of Living a Good Life

Your father set up a commune where anyone could just turn up and you write about it. It is the most astonishing attempt to sort of say, right, I've been privileged, I'm going to do this. My stepmother saw her house being cut up into little cubicles with lots of kind of hippie types turning up. And in the end, a religious maniac turned up who finally blew the whole thing apart totally. But he took his money back. He took the house back.