Ah, the weekend. After a long morning run, I sat outside as usual with a cup of freshly brewed Lavazza, a few slices of toast and the last chapters of ‘The Fountain Head’. The sound of drilling and sanding filled the air from one direction. To my right, there was the thump of paving bricks being set into place which mixed nicely with regular throat clearing, cheap ring tones and conversation which probably would have carried to the recipient without the use of the phone. Wonderful.
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