I’ve Become a Doomscroller— And I Know It!
I work on a farm in Normandy. January and February are always notoriously slack months. The cows are in the stable and as long as they’ve got hay and water, there’s nothing much to do. I could be fixing fences around the fields ready for the summer, but as it’s been raining non-stop for weeks, it’s a perfect opportunity to do all that tedious clerical work I’ve been putting off since the autumn.