At first glance, the following comments might not seem relevant to renovating a house in the Czech wilderness. But they are.

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Our Oxford house had been put on the market in a gesture of defiance. It was never meant to sell. It was just a protest listing ...

I spent the first half of the morning at a physiotherapist’s surgery. At least, I think I did. Even now, just a few hours later, it seems li

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