âHyper-romantic,â is how Polly Stenham describes her elegant, slightly crumbling Bloomsbury house, before rolling her eyes and letting out a faux-operatic peal: âItâs a bit, âAhhhhh!ââ Three years ago, the award-winning playwright, who shot to fame at 19 when her debut
That Face became a sensation at the Royal Court, moved into the same imposing Georgian square in central London that Virginia Woolf, DH Lawrence and Dorothy L Sayers once called home â and seems happy to play to type. When I visit on a sunshiny spring afternoon, her hallway is stuffed to bursting with cardboard boxes of books.
The restored copper fire surround in the main sitting room.