Typically you’ll think of John Lewis & Partners as the trusty place for life’s general, well, stuff. It has everything you could ever want for the home: Egyptian cotton sheets, dish scrubbers, sofas, plant pots, televisions, bookshelves – you name it, they’ve got it.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’