The rise of the home bar has been one of the very few silver linings of the pandemic, with lockdowns and curbs on socialising encouraging people to rethink their living space with a more playful approach.
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I woke on Tuesday at 4am and could hardly breathe. I was sweating (and, post-menopausal that I am, I never sweat) and racked with worry. I grabbed my hair, put my head in my hands, and said out loud, ‘What am I doing? What was I thinking?’