“When I was 9, I got a square piece of chipboard and I hammered four three inch nails into four straight white legs that I’d prepainted. And I carefully carried that to my mum’s home and presented her with this new afternoon tea table. My very first piece of furniture was born. My Dad was really nice. He said it was probably best placed in the corner. Because the legs were so very very wobbly. You’d have the say that was my beginnings of my love affair with furniture.
