Tonight I accompanied my better half to a ‘sort of evening brunch’, as the host described it, to celebrate the completion of a private penthouse flat. This is not any old flat. Split over five levels, pristine white walls, razor sharp lines, geometry recalling Mondrian, fabulous views out over the city from every window, meticulous attention to every single detail and decorated with privately-commissioned works of art, it is a labour of love. To celebrate its completion, the owners with such fine taste generously invited everybody who had been involved in the project, from the architects through the cabinet-makers to the artists, to come and celebrate together. It was a very special evening. Clearly, everybody who had been involved in the project, including my better half, had enjoyed him or herself and was – rightly – proud of the result.