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One of the oddities of this year so far has been hot-desking with my 11-year-old son. Lord, I love him, but he was terrible to share an office with: he left mugs to moulder; he snacked at his desk and didn’t clear up afterwards; he strewed notebooks everywhere; and always pulled the window-blind down, while I prefer the light. Perhaps most egregiously, having displaced me from my home office, he assumed I would provide lunch. Last week, he got transferred…

id=”article-body” class=”row” section=”article-body”> Here’s something that’s happened more than I like to admit. I stop at a convenience store to grab a Red Bull, diet soda or quick snack I don’t need. I might linger to check out the bizarre new concoctions (I’m still waiting for to go on sale) or snicker at the excessively bejeweled . I buy a drink and head back to my car, and I notice on the floor of the passenger side another unopened soda…