Life In an ideal world, when we have to make important phone calls, they happen in calm places at the right time so that you can do and say everything thing you want to. They should not, as today, take place during a lunch hour beyond one of busiest mornings in work you've had in months when your brain has scattered into a million pieces; on a mobile phone which seems to be losing power at an incredible rate and which keeps cutting out; and sitting in the only place you can find outside of work which was quite enough that to hear anything enough to attempt a conversation, in other words the entrance hall of a Natwest Bank.
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