As a natural hoarder and a frugal Northerner to boot, it takes a lot to persuade me to get rid of something that ‘might come in handy some day’ or that has ‘nothing wrong with it’. So when I discovered the unexpected capabilities of ‘The Wall’, I was delighted. Let me explain. At the front of my old flat in Walthamstow is a low brick wall marking the divide between my front garden* and the pavement. Unlike many other walls on the street, it isn’t topped by a fence or railings, so it makes a handy stopping spot for people taking a breather, kids chatting on their mobiles, discarded lager cans in need of a final resting place … (more…)