If the mornings are a blessing, the bit between 3pm and 5pm are the worst, where you're just struggling to get through the post-lunch dip while already thinking about what you're going to cook for your dinner (the real curse of adult life), and whether you need to send yourself or one of the kids down the shops. So, while the mornings are filled with the optimism of youth, the afternoons are like the slow slide to middle-age, and all the problems that come with it. ... until 7pm rolls around, and the dinner is done, all the dishes are in the dishwasher, the lights and the telly goes on (an old episode of "Call The Midwife" perhaps?), the first coffee of the evening is drunk with maybe a fine piece. A few episodes of the latest Netflix series follow (no more news, it's too depressing) before it's time to head for bed, a chapter of that book you've been keeping for the occasion read before the light goes out, then sweet dreams, and another fine morning to look forward to. feel free to…
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