What better chance to forage through some junk than on a weekend away? While in Exeter last month, husband and I got down and dusty at Steptoes Market. Tucked away at the back, next to a cherub-themed water fountain and a collection of Beano comics, was a filthy street sign, for the grand price of £10. Using my bartering skills, I walked out of there with it under my arm, for just £10. It now hangs in our kitchen (well, ok, it’s liquid-nailed on to our wall to protect our tanking… don’t tell Cowboy Builders), leading to many conversations, not least of all about who Christina is. (Whoever she is, she’ll do until we find a sign for Aimee Street.)


kitchen sign part one