Thanks to lockdown, we now have a) the makings of a poncey pretend-you’re-in-Ibiza outdoor seating area (thanks, handy Pink House Husband), and b) an imperative to light it so enticingly that a passing Calvin Harris would settle down beside me and offer me a sip of his Spritz (this is a euphemism).
Read MoreThis gorgeous garden, complete with festoon lights and paper lanterns, belongs to @agi_at_59