The time was, not that long ago, when my favourite purchases were small and sparkly, or at the very least, something I could eat, drink or wear.

Then, along with a mortgage, came the realisation that I should probably look after the crumbly old house that now takes every penny I earn - and a bit more besides.

Ten years in, a couple of kids and many dogs later, electricity bills started to rocket, I congratulated myself on my lack of tumble drier - no huge energy vampire device for me. I have a perfectly good washing line and a ceiling airer in my kitchen where the laundry can dry on rainy days.

(Image: TATEVOSIAN YANA) Except, in winter, the dry days are few and........

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