The Sunday Papers

Sundays are for heading into your kitchen at 7am to find the neighbour’s cat squatting with her back to you on the windowsill. The neighbour’s cat spooks easily and every time you scare her away, you worry she’s never coming back. So let’s very quietly make a cup of coffee and ever so softly click on some links to internet articles and read them as frictionlessly as we can manage.

You! I can hear your eyelids squeaking. I can hear the little wheels chewing and rattling between your temples, as you digest these very words.