By now, we’re all pretty much experts at lounging around – from how to make a simple task last hours (hello organising and reorganising the cutlery drawer) to refining our loungewear wardrobes for maximum comfort.
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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?’