Why having people around for dinner just fills me with dread

It isn’t often I find myself anxiety-browsing Ocado at 1am but my boyfriend’s decision to invite a crowd for “early Easter lunch” next week was enough to tip me over. What, I wondered, would they make of the dodgy boiler? Would we need new cutlery? What would we eat?

Forget FOMO, FOGO and JOMO, I’ve got FOPCO: Fear of People Coming Over…READ MORE