When I was married to the boys’ father, I remember us waking up one morning and him saying, "Why are we sleeping in dead old lady’s sheets?" He did have a point. At the time, I was collecting floral flannelette sheets from charity shops (this is probably one of the reasons why we're not together anymore). The thing is, arty guys understand these hipster hobbies; but to a BMW driving, suited and booted guy it must have seemed rather strange