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When I was in India early last year, I found myself effectively kidnapped on a number of occasions by rickshaw drivers who were working on
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Living room
Back in 2001, just before I left Alaska and the USA to return to Ireland, I took a last-minute whirlwind tour of the south. Along
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Living room: Dinner parties
The first time I brought an American boyfriend home to Ireland, in 1996, we went to dinner at my friends’ house in Dublin. The N-Ms have
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Bedroom: The piece that made my heart stop
I never thought it possible that I could get excited about a piece of furniture. I would have laughed in your face if you’d told
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The piece that made my heart stop
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Bedrooms
Take the tour…
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Dinner parties
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And my heart missed a beat…
For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted to own my own place. Over the years, the ‘place’ in question has moved from a
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