If I was on a date I’d probably ask something inane like: ‘Was it easy for you to get here?’ or ‘isn’t it so annoying that it was so hot a few days ago and now it’s gone back to being really cold again?’ But I’m not Esther Perel.
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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.