My best friend in London is a psychotherapist. ("How convenient!" trills the chorus.) I must admit it does come in handy, especially when analysing my obsession with houses (see my earlier blog on property porn). Lately I've developed a naughty habit – window watching. I'm not technically a peeping Tom (or Tonya) as I'm not remotely interested in the people inside and what they are – or are not – wearing. I just crave a glimpse of the layout, décor, colour schemes, furniture...  

Speaking of furniture: my last blog mentioned fairtrade fashion, but why leave your morals on the welcome mat by furnishing your home with chairs and sofas made in sweatshops on the other side of the world? Take a closer look at WAWA, this month's Favourite Find. Instead of identikit couches (not to mention flat-pack induced fights with your nearest and dearest) get distinctive furniture designed and made by hand right here in England (no exploited workers, natch, not to mention all the transport miles saved).

In our dandiest local square every other house has the builders in for basement extensions (what credit crunch?). Outside I strike up conversations with the bemused blokes, winkling out all the juicy details. Eureka! Next time I may just take a flask of cloyingly sweet tea and a couple of shorties. My magic key for a guided tour – or just a reminder it's time to ring Jo?