From a 10-year-old's bedroom for a fairy to a tiny two-tier space for football, a collection of diminutive dolls' house rooms designed by East Anglians are part of a major new exhibition, writes Rowan Mantell

I like to take the Mary Poppins approach to chores. You find the fun and, snap, the job's a game. So when there's a boring trip to the supermarket on the agenda, I hop in the car, crank up of The Best of Hall and Oates and sing along at the top of my voice.

With their smooth yacht rock sounds in my ears, I'm not stop-starting at every set of traffic lights on Norwich's outer ringroad in a sensible Volkswagen - I'm cruising along a freeway in an old timey convertible.

The course of true love never did run smooth – especially if you're Hall and/ or Oates in the 70s and 80s. They always seem to be having some sort of drama – their girl has left them (She's Gone), they're being pursued by various temptresses (Maneater, Family Man – 'leave me alone…my bark is much worse than my bite') or they're giddy on romance (You Make My Dreams).

I really feel that my vocals - especially the crescendo on She's Gone – 'she's go-on-on-on-one-oh-why?' - add an extra dimension. Daryl, John – if you're ever short of a backing singer, call me.