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Last count, I had seven types of mismatching cutlery in my cutlery tray. The tray, on the surface of our beloved ramshackle dresser with its wibbly back leg, is there for all to see – the tarnished art deco silver set, which I picked up in a Notting Hill charity shop; baby spoons which should long since have been donated, and those odd few butter knives. At the bottom, is the too-weighty stainless-steel set, given to us when we moved home, which we never use, because the kids always manage to drop them onto the glass tabletop with a thunderous smash that gets hearts palpating.