Mummy and I have played host to guests for nearly 10 of the 17 months since Golden Boy’s birth and, really, I’ve had enough.

I figure if I never have another house guest for the rest of my life, I’ll still have had endured more than my fair share.

Now, with family and friends in New Zealand, Canada, the US and elsewhere, I suppose it is unreasonable to expect them to fork out for a hotel or B&B if they make the long journey to see us - especially when I’d expect them to put me up if I pitched up at their abode, suitcase in hand.

Still, the string of guests we’ve had has at times added to the strain of coping with a newborn.

It’s also been relentless, seeing off one set of grandparents while another arrives and being double-booked over one week with a mate dossing on the sofa while Mummy’s niece slept in the spare bedroom upstairs.

Actually, that should read Golden Boy’s intended room. We only have a small two-bedroom house, so what with the deluge of visitors, Mummy and I have been unable to shift our son out of our bedroom and into his own.

So, after this latest and, thankfully, short bout of visitors, I’m going to flog the spare bed we’ve kept for guests on eBay.

This way I can move Golden Boy into his own bedroom and, with luck, put an end to the house guest onslaught.

I love my family and friends but I think we deserve a break.

Future visitors, be warned!