Have you got anything in your house that you’ve carried with you for more years than you’d care to count? I’m not talking heirlooms, more things that for reasons that are hard to explain, you can’t get rid of.

Allow me to introduce you to my stool…

Vintage B&Q if you will, probably circa 1982. It’s even customised. My parents bought it for my desk when I was, oh, very small, and my Dad had to chop the legs down so I could actually get onto it. That stool has made its way around 10 flats in total – three in Edinburgh, two in Glasgow and five in London. It has been used as a paint ladder, side table, kitchen chair and anything else. Sure, it’s not chic, but it’s also never made it to the recycle pile and here’s why.

Yes, the graffiti of my fifteen-year-old self and all my then friends on the underside. Oh the memories.