this has tipped me over the edge. I don't know whether to laugh or cry. Whilst I can't deny liking nice things I have become increasingly fed up with it all and I feel I have had it with all this farking aspirational-have-a-perfect-(off-the-shelf)-house-and-you-will-have-a-perfect-life shite. I rang them up and asked them to stop delivering their poisonous catalogue to me. (in my defence, I have no memory of asking them to deliver it in the first place). and I didn;t actually call it poisonous. And I did John Lewis too.
I feel a bit conflicted. I know I'll never totally stop caring about fashion, design, and the like but god I wish I could. And I'm resolved to try. harder.