It can be quite demoralising when you open an interiors magazine, only to discover that the gorgeous homes within are full of bespoke artwork and multi-thousand pound coffee tables, items which – though lovely – are pretty out of reach for us mere mortals.
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I took ownership of the keys to the vicarage on Wednesday. My car was packed to the rafters, mainly with Diptyque candles, Iittala glassware – the essential stuff. Nic followed on behind with a vacuum cleaner, my carpet cleaner and Mini Puppy. I was very stressed. We all know that houses, stripped of furniture, look ghastly. I was prepared. I swore I would not cry or get depressed.