I’m sleeping in the garden shed
I’ve decided to invest in an actual bed, but Caroline isn’t happy about that because it makes the move seem more permanent
The marvels of French hospital cuisine
All was well and all would be well. Aren’t drugs wonderful?
I woke up in the wake-up room (salle de réveil). The clock on the wall said half past ten. I’d been out for a couple of hours. What lifted me to the surface was the sound of the wake-up team persuading someone to wake up who was absolutely refusing to do so. The entreaties increased…
Ivan Provorov and pride before the fall
The corporate and sporting worlds are all over the rainbow people now only because the battles are won
Stuck in a love triangle with a shrink
During their sessions together The Other Man does that old Freudian trick of staying silent
I’m sleeping in the garden shed
I’ve decided to invest in an actual bed, but Caroline isn’t happy about that because it makes the move seem more permanent
Ali Slagle’s low-stress supper
Her humble, relaxed approach is a breath of fresh air through your musty pantry
How my ninety-one-year-old father-in-law learned to love Africa
We’ve built him a wooden bothy in the garden where he has satellite TV for the sports channels
Planning world domination, fueled by Burgundy
One more bottle and we would have gotten ourselves into a land war in Asia — and you know where that leads
The IRS is coming for your fantasy football winnings
Unless House Republicans can stop them
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