Last night I started writing a Facebook status update about how I would not be on Facebook scrolling down my newsfeed endlessly or bingeing on series any more – at least until we were safely ensconced in our new pad in the UK. I know how much time these mindless activities consume, and that the opportunity cost of the time spent numbing my brain is time lost with the people I love. Unfortunately, the app crashed. I reopened it and scrolled down for 10 minutes before guiltily

I came home late one afternoon following an unrivalled day at the office. It had been one of those days during which every conceivable endeavour had gone awry in a public, and almost comical way. The day had begun with a bowl of turbid ProNutro, followed by too much coffee, a tranquilizer to counteract the coffee, an absurd flurry of ineffectual activity that spanned at least 1000 years, a peanut butter sandwich, and then total and utter existential despair. Once inside my ap