I used to have a job where, Monday to Friday, I would work so hard my left eye had a constant, unnerving twitch by the end of the week. Then, on Saturday mornings, after I awoke bleary-eyed from what was probably a not-great night of sleep, I would pad across my London flat into the kitchen, make coffee, retrieve my la…
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