So, we asked some of our friends to submit their own Real Reveals. Not everyone did… and I think we can all draw our own conclusions from their silence as to what state their houses must be in. But here are the brave, the unafraid to show and tell:

This is from the lovely Decorator’s Notebook. And really, this hardly counts as untidy to me. She writes, “Can’t believe I’m showing this. This is supposed to pass for my dressing table but time and again it ends up as a dumping ground for whatever papers, bills and other toot that’s left in my bag at the end of each day. Pile on the right: works in progress from my silkscreen printing evening class. Middle and left: notes relating to a top secret new Decorator’s Notebook project. Above: twee memo holder that became a jewellery holder at some point in time and stayed that way because I’ve never managed to find anything better. So there it is. The secret shame of a self-confessed clutterphobe.”

See what Decorator’s Notebook’s gaff looks like when she’s roused herself to do some filing, here.

This is the bedroom shame of blogger and junk botherer Toot As In Foot. Extra points for including the lovely Jack in her clutter-capturing shot. I’m sure he won’t take offence. Her blog is just hilarious. Check out her house tour here, I love it.

And lastly this is from my friend Meg, a photographer (can you tell?). She says, “This might be too boring? It’s basically a pile of ugly crap I don’t know what to do with.” What could be boring about a corner containing a Sainsbury’s value-range hand blender, some Adidas, a rather nice lamp and a box of surgical gloves (?). Meg’s house is always really stylish and tidy, but as she’s not an interiors blogger I can’t show you it. Instead here are some of her pictures of canalboat owners at home. Another Real Reveal, if you will.