There’s something about momentum. Or as the Americans say: “Nothing succeeds like success.” And I’ve been clasping to it hard. After my couple of deals went through last week, Natasha had her own super-Friday. She exchanged on an artist’s loft in fashionable Clerkenwell. She’d been on the hunt for two long years to find a charming couple their next home, so it was doubly gratifying. On top of that, she’s had another pair of offers accepted, including on an 18th-century house in Chelsea that by pure coincidence formerly belonged to her grandparents.
Damien hasn’t been left behind either. He’s bounced back after a disappointing start to the week. He’s a flat in Little Venice with a garden that leads on to three acres of communal
