Thinking about where to live next? Do you fancy a night out in East London, a flat in South London, a family home in North London, or retiring somewhere fancy in the West? Josh has decided that London has a natural progression to life, and he’s here to explain exactly where you should be living at every stage of it. Meanwhile, Charlie is taking us all the way to Puglia, where a house isn’t just a house — it’s a Trullo. From their history and unique construction to Charlie’s own family getting some, she’s here to prove that sometimes all you need in life is a little stone cone-shaped house in the Italian countryside. Can Josh convince Charlie that London living is better, or will we all be packing our bags for Puglia?

Can a few giant rectangles of colour change the way you see the world? Charlie certainly thinks so. This week, she explains why standing in front of a Mark Rothko painting is so much more than just looking at a canvas, and why his work has left such a lasting impression on her. Meanwhile, Josh argues that the local supermarket might be just as important a part of your life. It’s where you know the shortcuts, recognise the regulars, avoid that one painfully slow checkout, and celebrate finding a yellow sticker bargain before anyone else. Can Charlie convince Josh that true beauty belongs in an art gallery, or is the finest masterpiece still the perfectly organised supermarket aisle?

Nothing says summer quite like standing in the smoke around a barbecue, pretending you know when the burgers are done. This week, Josh fires up one of Britain’s greatest traditions, exploring where barbecues came from, how they’re done around the world, and why the British version is obviously the best… even if it does involve burning someone’s sausage. Meanwhile, Charlie takes us on an epic journey through The Odyssey, explaining why Christopher Nolan has created the film of the year and why Zendaya somehow makes every film better just by showing up. Can Charlie convince Josh to swap the garden for the cinema, or is nothing more epic than a disposable barbecue in a British heatwave?