I'll tell you something that really made me think about how people - myself included - can sometimes make judgments about others, based on things that don't really matter.
About 28 years ago, when we were living in Lancashire, we were travelling down to Suffolk to visit my parents one year - I think it was at Christmas - when our car broke down near Chesterfield. My husband pulled to the side, got out and looked at the engine. A car stopped in front of us and a man of about 40-45 got out and asked if he could help. They both peered at the engine and neither of them knew what the problem was. My husband asked if the chap could give him a lift to a phone box so he could ring the AA. The chap said, I'll give you a tow back to my house and you can ring from there. You've got two children in the car and it's cold. You might have to wait a while - you can wait at ours until the AA gets there.
So, that's what we did. We met this man's wife and, from what I remember, two or three older children, and they invited us into their sitting room. It was a complete mess, totally disorganised, with clothes strewn around and used mugs and cups everywhere.
Those people were so kind and hospitable - offering us cups of tea and biscuits. We had to wait quite some time for the AA man to come but they never made us feel uncomfortable at any time.
So maybe their house was a bit scruffy and they weren't too bothered about housework but they welcomed us - four strangers - into their home and to my mind that made them decent, kind human beings. Surely that is what matters most?