The first house I owned had a moat. It only took a fortnight to realise that a moat is romantic in principle but deeply inconvenient in practice and that upkeep and management of a country pile is a full-time job. One, it turns out, I wasn’t qualified for.
I didn’t grow up in a grand house. There was nothing materially magnificent about my childhood; I was a free school meals kid at my comprehensive school. I ate a lot of chips, but at least they were free chips.
This reality didn’t…
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