1. My Dave Matthews Band framed poster. It could make my new house feel like home.
2. Pin-up girl diary where I note down sentences I secretly wish I’d written.
3. Photo of my two loves, me and a crazy night.
4. Wind up Mozart music box from Vienna. No Kenny G in the elevator (defunct due to fire) but some Mozart on the stairs? Plus ticket to Massive Attack concert at a museum, also in Vienna. Reminds me of a super holiday with friends.
5. Retro sunglasses and what used to be an electric blue Sony discman that prove I should belong to an older, much cooler time.
6. My house keys (ironic?). Never leave home without them.
7. Calvin and Hobbes (Scientific Progress Goes Boink) with an inscription from my dad. For post-fire cheering up.
8. Silk chequered, comfy night shorts. They feel like home.
9. My clothes iron aka daily stress busting tool. It can smoothen the wrinkles right out of a bad day. This would qualify.
10. A bottle of Glenfiddich. Tonic for those who’ve lost their home to a fire. Or fire to a home.