Did I say I was not going to pick up any more furniture off the street? Well, I broke that resolution. You have to make an exception for chairs like these – Ercol Goldsmith Windsor, spotted by a load of house-clearance rubbish and some rather less interesting throw-outs on my way home from the station one evening last week. This does also, psychologically, go some way to compensating for my regrets about some very similar chairs I gave away to friends many years ago – what goes around comes around, etc. These were disgustingly filthy and grimy, but have come up rather nicely after some elbow grease and sugar soap. I’m now trying to work out how to get them up to London for the boat, where they’ll look a little more elegant – and should be a bit more comfortable, given their high backs – than the heavy, lumpen-looking pair we have. And yes, these add to the three ‘Quakers’ we already have, this odd one (currently in the kitchen) and the shorter-backed ‘Windsor’. I feel a chair cull coming on. At some point.