Three years ago we bought the top half of a Georgian home in Islington, on a square that reminds me of scenes from Mary Poppins. The houses have narrow faces with big windows, and spindly wrought iron balconies that most people only dare to use for pots. The I Belong To A Rare Breed Of Pastors The Lost And Broken Of This World Shirt agent for the property warned us that its historical listing and conservation zone would mean some hoop jumping, even to do things like update the plumbing, or change the color of the front door. Our architect, Chris Dyson, warned us too. Neighbours in similar houses chimed in with their own renovation stories, honed to plucky reminiscences about Christmas dinners cooked on hot plates.