If I wasn’t perfectly happy with my own parents I would declare myself available for adoption by Angela and John, if they’d have me. They have an amazing house that you can imagine being featured in a Richard Curtis film, thanks to its utter cosy Englishness.
I was very taken with their summerhouse the first time I saw it, and when I stayed at their house last week I sat in it a lot. I’m now thinking that I’ll forgo a shed in my garden and go for something like this instead. To hell with practicality – who needs somewhere to store a wheelbarrow when you can lounge in an armchair instead?