My first wallpaper, I remember it well, like a first boyfriend.
I choose shiny red cherry wallpaper all in neat rows, which I framed with bright yellow gloss woodwork, making the cherries pop, very 80s.
Mum bribed me to move into the smallest bedroom in the house the box room, but I was happy to have my own space, having had to share a room for years, being the youngest of five.
I felt like a grown up choosing my own wallpaper, I originally wanted to shock and asked for black walls, but I soon came around when I saw the cherry wallpaper winking at me in B&Q.
Late at night when I couldn’t sleep and the car lights would light up my room I felt comforted by counting the rows of cherries, I never did manage to count behind the wardrobe.