With all of the autobiographies out there, it can be hard to pick a favourite. But it looks like that’s exactly what the world has done – and the top dog is winning by a mile, too. Any guesses as to who it could be?
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Oh dear. I don’t know why I did this, rashly, the evening of 29 February. Leap Day. I took a leap. Maybe because I have a completion date on the vicarage looming and I need help, someone to share it with, and who is willing to change light bulbs*, heave boxes and dog-sit. Cook.