I've swapped couch surfing for a cosy caravan – who cares if it's on an industrial estate?

telegraph.co.uk:

I finally move into my new house, I plan to let her retire in the garden as my writing office. But for now, she is home.Like an excitable 1950s housewife, high on chintz and pink gin, I immediately start titivating – scouring second-hand shops in Frome for rose-covered throws and soft pink blankets.

I buy strings of multicoloured solar bulbs, hanging baskets of cascading pink and purple flowers and place little leylandii trees outside at either side of the door, like a suburban version of an 8 Mile trailer park.Inside, the van is surprisingly peaceful.

The sisters who sold it to me left me with reams of girlie paraphernalia: pink cushions, rose-covered curtains tied with gold ribbons, pink plastic tableware and streams of pink bunting to.