Regrets, I’ve had a few, but one in particular is bugging me. Oh, if only back in l962 when we bought this house and rewired it I’d had the foresight to put in all the electricity sockets at waist height.
Like everyone else we let the sparks put them in at floor level. And gawd, the effing and blinding every morning when I wake up and have to bend down to switch on my electric kettle for my cuppa. It’s agony, Ivy. The whole house has plugs at the same stupidly low level. If only I had known I would grow old and grey — hold on, I’m not grey — old and stiff.
Back in the 1960s we took out several nice fireplaces. We