First to go was the television. That wasn’t hard. It was mostly rubbish that came out of it anyway. And the news was better on the radio. No, not better, weightier. Yes, that was part of what she craved: substance.
Next, the computer. The daily wade through emails, the fatuous chatter of so-called friends on social networks – gone. She had to cancel her online banking facility, and arrange to receive bills by post and pay them by cheque, and this would be dearer, but she didn’t care: there was something civilised about slowing down. She found her old typewriter in a cupboard, but the ribbon ...
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