After congratulating myself on my good fortune in avoiding coronavirus, last week I was felled by what the British press has taken to calling “the super cold.” It’s not flu, or as bad as flu (no aches and pains, no fever) but it’s a near thing indeed. I’ve been disturbing my partner with seal-like barks and groans, even resorting to pseudoephedrine to get necessary copy finished before Christmas.
That means this year’s planned digital detox reading list is shorter than usual, and one of my recommendations a bit cheeky.
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