Recently, a friend was venting about the spiralling costs of rebuilding her dream home, west of Dingle town.
As she talked me through their plans and how the amount of bureaucracy required to draw down the derelict-home grant was nothing short of scandalous, I nodded along, like a woman who could somehow empathise with her plight, despite my only experience of renovating a home starting and ending with my love of the show back in the noughties.