WHAT WE'RE THINKING ABOUT

Back in August, day five of our holiday on Martha’s Vineyard, and the sense of guilt at having crossed the border still making me grumpy. I was trying to think of it as an island off the coast of America, rather than part of the country proper.

Newspapers are dumped on my doorstep middle of the night these days like fresh collections of horror stories. It’s as if they should arrive wrapped around slabs of fresh meat.

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