MORE IS MORE
Contrary to the big words above (and on the cover, if you have the news-stand version), I don’t always agree that more is more. Or, at least, I don’t now. I used to, back when I was househunting. In fact, I got so seduced by the size of a house that I could just about afford if I moved to a beautiful but remote and amenity-free part of the countryside that I didn’t think about the practicalities – or lack of them – in owning a big space. Furnishing it and keeping it warm require mortgages of their own. With the cost of living price increases (sorry, this will get more fun soon), I’ve sometimes wished I’d not bought at the top of my budget and chosen more modestly. By the…