Sara Davies home truths – her homeware addiction and the bad habit she can't give up

Quite often, I’m the last one home. I swing open the door, then announce loudly, “Mammy’s home!” Although our kids are a bit older now, I stand and wait for them to come running. That feeling of excitement coming home never gets old.

The kids’ bedtime. My nine-year-old goes up at about 8pm and we read stories, then chat about school and who’s fallen out with who. When I go to my eldest at 9pm, he’ll be revising. I test him on his Spanish words, then we have a proper deep and meaningful. I often fall asleep with one or both of them.

On one of our big couches, where all four of us snuggle up to watch a movie under massive blankets. Our house can be manic. Movie night is when we switch off – and Simon and I put our phones away

I do more upcycling than buying new things. My mum loves antique shops and charity shops, so she picks things up, and I’ll have a go at upcycling them.

Vases. I like upcycling them. I turn coffee jars into vases. I’ve just put a raised bed in the garden so I can grow flowers and have fresh cuttings in the house.

If we have a Chinese takeaway, I insist on keeping all the cartons, plus glass peanut butter jars. I’ve got cupboards full and keep thinking, ‘I could use that for a little craft project.’ I’m an absolute hoarder.

Simon and I have an evening routine. While I get the kids ready for bed, Simon puts out school uniforms, checks homework and gets bags ready for the next day. I get cuddles and catch-ups in bed while he does all the work!

My own bed. I’m obsessed with my Kelly Hoppen luxury thread-count bed sheets. It’s nice to stay at a hotel, but not quite as nice as my bed at home.