Tonight I went to the launch of Every Thing We Touch and discovered the detritus of my everyday day life beautifully arranged on the floor of the Design Museum for every one to see and comment on.   The first comment was how frugal I am because I couldn’t bear to eat the horrible British Airways breakfast, we only had quiche and lettuce for lunch, and a Turkish wrap for supper.   I was pleased and relieved that no-one commented on how much time I spend reading newspapers and magazines.   Then someone said that they thought I was a lumberjack because of the prominence of the logs.   I found it an unexpectedly instructive exercise seeing my life dissected.   That’s the point of the book.   How much one can learn from looking at what people touch.

It was a good advertisement for Old Town:-