It feels so recklessly profligate that I’m disappointed when the bill comes to only £60It is Friday evening. An estate agent has just left, having brought some people round for a second viewing, and my wife is staring out of the back window. “We should go to that garden centre tomorrow,” she says. “We need a few things.”“Gardening?” I say. “I’m not gardening.” Continue reading…
Source : theguardian.com
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