Geffrye Museum, London

The Geffrye Museum is one of those quiet, cultural, word-of-mouth London finds. Inside a row of beautiful eighteenth century almshouses we walked through British domestic history, from the 1630s to the 1990s, rooms laid out in the style of their period, like magnified dolls houses.

I've always been nosy about people, and by extension the homes they inhabit. Studying the facades of houses I passed on the walk to school, exploring friends' homes, lingering in Ikea showrooms. Treehouses, forts, wendy houses. Changing Rooms, Grand Designs, The Sims. Every time we moved house I was in my element, tagging along to every viewing, studying floor plans for hours, drawing up my own. The thrill of a hidden garden flat, or an attic bedroom, or a cellar.

I read houses like books. I want to know everything they say about their occupants. At night sometimes I lie awake constructing dream houses in my mind, but they're constantly in motion, always shifting shape and form.

The Geffrye, then. Paradise for a house-obsessive like me, but attractive to anybody with an interest in how humans have lived and organised their lives, from all kinds of perspectives - historical, artistic, architectural, sociopolitical, geographical. The period rooms are fascinating, and at Christmas they're even decked out in seasonal decorations of their respective decades. There's a reading room, with bookshelves and windows looking out across the gardens. Could've spent all day there. I'll be back.