Its 8.30pm on a wet, cold wednesday evening in March and I'm halfway through my 90-minute train journey home when I notice opposite me a guy in his late 40s who looks like his world has just come to an abrupt end. He is working on his laptop, which has just lost its wireless hot-spot connection to his office, while some sort of electronic device next to him appears to be on permanent vibrate. Simultaneously he is answering a call on his mobile from his wife explaining why he was not home an hour ago to read his kids that story he promised. I can't help but ask myself if there is an easier way...
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