Harvey never knew personal space. He would knock on the door at the wrong times.. mostly walking in to me cleaning out Harrys ears. One time he asked if we could use the ear camera to check out his ears and WOW im not sure how he heard anything. Harry and myself tried and just told him to go to the doctors. It was safer that way! This would then follow with him getting his eyebrows plucked because he hated the idea of having a monobrow and often the odd spot popping. Lots of facemasks and we even had to split a foot peeling bag so Harv could try it. Harv would always ask me if he smelt too, this would usually involve him coming in and saying “charmaine sorry.. do i smell?” And then an armpit would be at my nose. He knew he was always welcome to come in though, even though sometimes it was 1am and Harry would moan “Harv mate go to bed!!” Or the odd “NO!!”