In the midst of June’s post-election mayhem, my eight-year-old daughter told me she was going to confiscate my phone. That’s when I knew things had got out of control. I try to keep mealtimes sacred, but my husband is a total news addict like me, so we often get only halfway through dinner before we have to check Twitter or breaking news.
You feel as if you are on a football pitch and you have half the audience cheering you on and the other half booing
My phone was full of people asking if I knew where they'd sleep that night, why they hadn’t heard from anyone in charge
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