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Airing dirty laundry

There is recently-used rowing kit draped on the radiator in our hallway. The first experience of our house, before you reach the depths of untiled splash backs, precarious ceilings and pockmarked plaster, is therefore a whiff of old father Thames and a dash of locker room sweat.

The rowing kit is NOT mine. One other person lives here. Just saying…

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