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More crud from my loft.

Sounds like a euphemism doesn’t it?  Something dark and mysterious hinting at lengthy sessions lying on a chaise longue with a chap with one of those irritating little goatee beards and a clip board taking notes in a mittel European … Continue reading

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Junkorama and thought for the week.

When we arrived at this house, 25 years ago, the dark and spiderous loft was billed as ‘boarded’. This may have been a big fat lie, depending, as so many things do, on your point of view.  If you were … Continue reading

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