I pad back out to one of the two chests of drawers I had made in Tunisia. Pulling open the first drawer, I find three neat piles of boxer shorts, in black, white and grey, all Guchi and Ralph Lauren. All look was brand new.
I continue my way to the next drawer, which finding dress socks. Does he have them ironed? I open another to discover belts, all coiled neatly, in every shade of black and brown leather you could imagine.
He's a neat freak.
Oh, this is bad news! I'm shockingly untidy at my home. I shut the drawer, opening the last one, but all I find are sports socks and various caps. I proceed to open every drawer on the other chest and all occupied with an array of running shorts and vests. Giving up and with my towel still wrapped around me, I make my way downstairs to the kitchen, finding Feng Teng with his head in the fridge.
"I can't find my stuff," I inform the fridge door.