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Now that I've got a bit of time on my hands, I can do stuff that until last Friday was a rare privilege, such as trekking all the way to Ikea purely to have a hot-dog, or visiting the gym without fighting for space because the only people there are a couple of bored housewives shaking their cellulite on the treadmill.
Or spraying myself with self-tan lotion and letting it dry naturally without rubbing it in, just to see what the outcome would be. The result? I looked like a zebra and I had to