It's destination Kilkenny for savvy salvage hunters
PERIODICALLY, I get a relapse of an affliction I call parquet floor envy. Current symptoms are triggered twice weekly in the time of Covid by taking dance classes on Zoom where my teachers have a covetable parquet in their immaculate home studio.
I find myself peering down at my laptop screen, scrutinising the mesmerising block formation, its evenness and its tonal quality when my teacher snaps me out of it with the direction: “Carol, lift your chin.”



