
‘A few weeks ago, I started getting the emails; would my dad like a new BBQ, 50% off a takeaway meal at our local restaurant, a book on the history of the Second World War, or some fancy IPAs selected just for him this Father’s Day. Each new email that popped into my inbox like a relentless buzzing fly irked me, my finger swatting to delete each one with rapid fury.’
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