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I promised a while back to write a post about my experience of leaving a corporate career in the City to set up my own business and what I learned along the way. It’s  probably not the journey you’re expecting and it hasn’t been easy to write. Because the truth is: anxiety made me do it.

What does this image have to do with wall lights with plugs (or wall sconces with in-line switches if you’re posh or American or posh and American)?

I have this empty and slightly awkward narrow-but-tall stretch of wall next to the sofa, above the side table. In an ideal world I would have had it wired for a wall light when we renovated the ground floor, but as is often the case, our plans evolved as the renovation went along and it wasn’t until we finished I realised it was the perfect spot for a wall light.

Our middle bedroom has the honour of being the only room in the house that hasn’t had a full back-to-the-brick renovation. By the time Lansdowne Husby and I had finished the first two bedrooms, we were knackered and the idea of hauling more half-ton rubble sacks full of building detritus down to the dump made us want to pack it all in and go live in a yurt somewhere.

The Restoring Lansdowne blog has arrived. Hey! So those who follow me on Instagram might know I’ve been threatening to start a blog for a while. Good things come to those who wait etc etc, so now that you’ve waited let’s just hope it’s good.