There was nothing remarkable about how the morning of Sunday February 27 2011 began. OK, I woke up in Barbados instead of London, but although my body was on holiday, my brain had not yet adapted to the more relaxed surroundings of the Caribbean, and it buzzed with its usual anxieties: I’ve got a sore throat; I can feel a zit coming up; how are the dog’s bowels?
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