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I remember standing in a sodden living room in 1994, the smell of damp plaster and wet carpet thick enough …

I remember standing in a semi-submerged semi-detached in Kent back in ’98, the smell of silt and damp drywall thick …

I’ve spent more time standing in the charred remains of living rooms than I care to admit, smelling that unmistakable, …

I can still smell the damp, musty rot of that Victorian terrace in South London where I spent three days …

I can still smell the damp, stagnant water from a burst pipe in a Victorian terrace I visited back in …

I remember sitting in a cramped, dimly lit doctor’s office back in ’94, watching a claimant try to explain a …

I remember standing in a half-collapsed warehouse back in ’94, the smell of damp concrete and stale smoke still hanging …

I remember standing in a cramped, dimly lit hallway of a retail unit back in the nineties, looking at a …

I once stood in a garage in East London, watching a young man stare in disbelief at an estimate that …

I remember standing in a rain-soaked driveway back in ’94, looking at a driver who was absolutely livid because his …