Our home is by no means finished; I’m not sure it will ever be “finished”. I am more of a serial re-decorator as opposed to a serial decorator. It’s not our “Forever Home”, but that’s not to say I don’t want it to feel like we’ll be here forever. When I walked into this house, I knew we would be at home here; I wanted to raise our children here (those hypothetical children who we are yet to bring home, of course). The street is a peaceful row of beautiful Victorian semi-detached houses, the gardens sprawling and sloped with lots of room to create an inside/outside space; and the neighbours and community friendly. I knew this was the house for us. (It also meant I could get a dog. Cue Boris).