With a pregnant wife and a job that doesn’t pay me in truckloads of gold bullion, I currently find myself faced with a stark property choice: I can either move out of London to raise my family or keep my baby in a filing cabinet. I’m joking, of course. This is London. I could never afford somewhere with enough room for a filing cabinet.

So leaving London it is. And, for once, this is no idle threat. Traditionally, when Londoners want to punish themselves – which is often, in my experience – they’ll go and visit a property website.

“For what I’m paying here, I could move to Dorset and get a place with stairs,” they’ll daydream. [Read more]

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