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Melissa Kite: Could I live without an MRI scan of my head?
Reluctantly, I decided I would have to throw away the MRI scan of my head. I’ve hung on to it…
Melissa Kite: Hell is a porcelain kitchen tile
If only I knew whether I would have a kitchen, I could order a turkey. But despite having an almost…
My horse is a cross between Hannibal Lecter and Reggie Kray
While the vet was checking Gracie, I asked him to take a look at Tara, the old chestnut hunter. Just…
I’ve seen the new face of veterinary medicine – and I don’t like it
After a week of cold hosing, I decided I would have to get the vet to the small swelling on…
Dr Google’s verdict? Anthrax poisoning
Six months into the renovations and I have so much dust in my lungs I have had to give Stefano…
Life is tough at the bottom of the equality heap
The incident I am about to recount I make no judgment about, other than that I believe it tells us…
Are my horses conspiring against me?
When it comes to horses, troubles come in multitudes. Multitudes of lame legs. Gracie, the hunter pony, kicked things off…
The poetry of kitchens
‘The colour of this kitchen is inspired by a blend of heather, bracken and the mountains of the Isle of…
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The Albanian builders have started a turf war in my kitchen. The hostilities broke out suddenly. One minute the builders…
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They are building the bonfire already. In the dip where winter flooding sometimes creates a small lake, the wood and…
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How reassuringly like old times it is, going to a God-forsaken retail park with Stefano. We mooch about the DIY…
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Assuming someone had moved house before, and put a new boiler in their new house, while remaining a customer of…
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BT have just put the phone down on me for asking them to stop sending me junk mail, which is…
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Stefano and his boys got to work with gusto and within a few days the upstairs of my house started…
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Stefano the Albanian turned up in a brand new Audi off-roader, cutting quite the dash. He looked older, with some…
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My friendly neighbourhood Lib Dems have put some campaign literature through my door. In a covering note, they intimate that…
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Darcy is high-maintenance, so I decided to leave her in the posh livery yard, with its luxuriant shavings beds and…
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Easier by far to load up my horses and move them to the next village than try to fight the…
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Like Steve McQueen gone slightly to seed, the builder boyfriend strode off into the sunset. Nothing becomes him so much…
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‘This situation is Rorke’s Drift,’ said the builder boyfriend, after our proposed renovations were objected to at the parish council’s…
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Quite stoically, I was mountaineering on my hands and knees over a sea of rubble to get to the temporary…
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Two months after I cancelled Sky, a strange letter arrived in the post. ‘We are writing to you because we…
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‘What do you think it means?’ I asked the builder boyfriend as we stood in front of the sign. A…
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Last night, I had dinner at the M25 services. I don’t mean I stopped for a break mid-journey. I mean…
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Since moving to my dream home in the country a month ago, I’ve only had to fight a parking dispute,…
