G’day from sunny Australia where I’ve spent the past week basking in the joy of being a morning person thanks to some gentle jet lag. Australians love to rise with the sun and 5am gym classes are fully booked well in advance (unlike Paris where there was almost a riot in pilates class when it was announced they’d introduce an 8am class, the blue rinse brigade threatening to boycott as they couldn’t possibly be complicit in making the instructor start work earlier).
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