It’s out of fashion, but I get a thrill from repairing things. OK, let me rephrase that, I get a thrill from having things repaired. I’m not likely to be able to do it myself, or at least not to a worthy standard. Our lovely long table has twelve matching chairs. Two of the twelve had joint issues — definitely no longer suitable for sitting on, though they still looked the part(possibly this deception makes it worse). Modern retail would have me discard the chairs and buy new. Certainly it would have in Asia, where we spent the best part of the last ten years. Thankfully a return to Sydney means a return to the repairshop, and Remin specialise in repairing wooden furniture. Job well done, chairs as good as new, we’re all happy. They’re tricky to find, but it’s worth persisting.