I know a lot of people find the idea mortifying, depressing even, but for me the joy of eating lunch alone is very real and very pure, unqualified, pleasure without meaning. I don’t mean shovelling in a soup at Pret and trying to avoid the flying elbows of the grab-and-go set, no. I’m not talking about snatching a bite between commitments, but rather t…
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