I’ve spoken before about my love of collecting things that have a past. Old books and matchboxes I’ve talked of, but one of my favourite collections would have to be my champagne corks. I only save the corks of those bottles that have been consumed in celebration of something momentous – a New Year’s Eve, welcoming home a friend, birthdays, engagements, babies and other important milestones in one’s life. When I feel inspired, I write a little note on the cork as a reminder of where and when and with whom we enjoyed the bottle, possibly what meal we ate or an inside joke from the night. I love rumbling through these tiny mementos and remembering those moments. One of my favourites is a cork from a bottle of champagne that friends of our brought back from their holiday to Paris and gave to us in celebration of Jack being born. After we enjoyed sipping it with a home-cooked dinner while they ooed and ahhed over the new and very tiny Jack – they saved the cork for us and had it engraved with: ‘Celebrating the birth of baby Jack 20.9.11’. How divine.