In recent years I’ve also observed a pervasive eco- and socially minded aversion to waste, whether it’s your spare room or the unused tools in your shed. My wardrobe is 90 per cent vintage and second-hand, and I don’t really feel as if I own any of it. It is more like borrowing a tweed jacket, using it for a while, and then returning it back to the world it came from. The same goes for everything from our sofa to crockery. Buyer’s remorse is a thing of the past: there is no guilt when I can sell an item on should it become obsolete. I buy something from someone who loved it, use it and take care of it, assuming that eventually I will sell it on to someone else who will love and use it too.