You know that moment when something seemingly ordinary sparks a whole train of thought? That happened to me recently—thanks to my neighbour’s shiny new rear extension.

One day there was the familiar garden fence, the same old view, and then suddenly... boom. Scaffolding, skips, and the hum of builders with a mission. Fast-forward a few months, and their home now stretches out into the garden with a sleek new kitchen-diner, bifold doors, and what I can only assume is underfloor heating (because why not?).

At first, I was curious. Then envious. And finally—I’ll admit it—slightly obsessed.

It got me thinking about my own space. I love my home, but like many houses of a certain age, it could do with a bit more flow. A bit more light. A bit more oomph. I’ve been mentally rearranging furniture, imagining what Sunday mornings would feel like with coffee in a sun-drenched extension. And yes, I may have started sketching ideas on napkins.