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As regular readers will know, we moved house in June.  Since then, we have entertained a succession of electricians, carpenters, plumbers and decorators.  All of them have carried out their work excellently and have been a pleasure to have around us. It has, as I predicted, been a long haul.  But now it’s nearing its end and we are starting to feel some satisfaction at having restored our 1930s house – reputed, possibly apocryphally, to have briefly been the home of no less an eminence than Sir Roger Moore around the time of his Ivanhoe incarnation – to something that we hope approaches the condition of its art deco heyday. The pall of dust that permeated our new home for much of the first three months after we started the restoration has now abated.  It has not quite disappeared: it stubbornly, mysteriously continues to settle on polished surfaces out of apparently clear air...