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We’ve just bought a superb desk, oak and nostalgically yellow as the half-remembered teacher’s desks from my secondary school. It’s big, heavy, solid. The elderly lady we’ve bought it from can hardly bear to part with it, shepherding our ultimately … Continue reading

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On the phone

Grumbling about how teenagers are using technology is a classic sign that you’re wavering into high-waistband territory. But there’s something about this unstoppable craze for playing music from a mobile phone that fascinates me. Apparently the low-slung look now so … Continue reading

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