Candlelight flickered around me, and the room filled with the aroma of a Space NK candle Carly had given me for Christmas. I’d barely used it – a quick shower before I dashed out the door was normally all I had time for in the mornings. Our petite bathroom with its peach-coloured eighties fittings didn’t match up to the elegant white tub we’d seen in the cottage – the one big enough for two. Here, the matching basin, bath and toilet and magnolia walls looked particularly uninspiring. When Jack and I had moved in, we’d intended to do the room up, but like so many other home improvements, we had never got round to it. I thought back to my conversation in the car with Jack. He’d talked about the cottage in a fairly detached way, but underneath I could tell he was starting to get excited. After two years our wedding seemed like a distant memory, and I thought we needed a new project. The best thing about Arcadia Cottage, of course, was that it was a project that was entirely manageable – it didn’t really need much doing to it.
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