I remember standing in a draughty hallway in a mid-Victorian terrace near Hungerford back in ’94, watching a young couple beam at their “new” home. They’d been sold a dream, but all I could smell was that unmistakable, heavy scent of stagnant earth creeping up from behind the skirting boards. They thought a bit of […]
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I was sitting in the Red Lion last Tuesday, watching a young man in a crisp linen shirt lecture his table about “mindful sobriety” and expensive, botanical-infused non-alcoholic spirits that cost more than a decent bottle of Bordeaux. It’s all a bit much, isn’t it? All that jargon and expensive kit doesn’t actually help when […]
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I was clearing out the back of the pantry last Tuesday—the same cupboard we had installed back in ’94, which, if I recall, was a bit of a rush job by the previous owners—and I found a bag of carrots so limp they looked like they’d been left out in a summer drought. It’s a […]
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