The ideal home


Lovely John Lewis very kindly sent me tickets to the Ideal Home Show at Earl’s Court and, as I’ve never been before, and all the advertising featured Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen, (I have a soft spot for flamboyant men, as you’ll know if you’ve met TL) I whizzed down with a friend.

It was not what we expected. Lawrence Llewellyn-Bowen was not there to greet us with huge aftershave-scented hugs and a flock wallpaper shirt, and there were probably a few too many stalls selling pashminas of doubtful provenance. We did, of course, adore the John Lewis Quiet Treehouse, which was more like a spaceship stuck in a tree – doubly appropriate, as I always think of John Lewis as the mothership calling me home to a tranquil universe of matching bedlinen and blissful cashmere cardigans. The treehouse was full of lovely, quiet, John Lewis stuff – a range of appliances, from a vacuum cleaner to an actual band with instruments and everything – which have been given the Quiet Mark of approval by the Noise Abatement Society. As someone who is thoroughly fed up with the growling of my dishwasher and the constant stream of unnecessary beeps from the washing machine, I am definitely in favour. The house itself was an oasis of calm at a very busy show – worth even the 40 minute-wait. Thank you, John Lewis.

Definitely an Ideal Home
Definitely an Ideal Home

And, just in case Child One and Child Two are reading this, let me give you just a little hint about what I’d like for next Mother’s Day. They’ve been around since 1938, they’re wrapped in a bouquet of lovely colours – and you can see them today in New Covent Garden, arranged as a 31kg bunch of 1,000 delicious edible yummy Cadbury’s chocolatey Roses:

For little me? You shouldn't have ....
For little me? You shouldn’t have ….

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