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A dying estate agent helped me see the light

I don't like who I become when I'm looking for a house

4 January 2014

9:00 AM

4 January 2014

9:00 AM

I recently decided to move house. It started with a resentful yearning to own two bedrooms, but I quickly discovered that to afford a spare room, I must leave my seedy area of west London for a worse one, or leave London altogether. Not easy after 30 years.

Since I made up my mind to move, my normal life has disappeared.

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