Painter’s tape on the elbow—classic. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve walked around with a blue tail, only to discover it hours later in the gro...

Couldn’t agree more about the window magic. In my old Victorian, we put a small arched window in the attic conversion—suddenly it felt like a secret h...

I’ll admit, I used to think the answer was just to throw more “stuff” at the problem—more sachets, more moisture traps, more whatever the hardware sto...

Perfection in an old house? That’s a unicorn I’ve never seen. Every time I try to “correct” something, it’s like the house just shifts its quirks some...

I’ve been down the “creative” route myself—once tried wrapping the plug connections in cling film and then shoving the whole thing under an old flower...