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So that the dog can go to Spain, she needs a visit to the vet. Basically, they check that she has been microchipped, ensure that she’s not foaming at the mouth and then take £150 off you in return for a signed piece of paper – her pet passport. While Macy and I are waiting patiently (well, I am, she’s scrabbling for the door, associating the place with thermometers put in undignified places), two other men appear from a consulting room: a father and son. I hear the vet say sombrely, “Let us know later today what you would like to do with her and remember, you did the right thing.” Macy is now even more focused on getting out of here. But as they close the door, the vet swiftly turns to us and says cheerily, “So off somewhere nice?” A vet’s practice is one strange place, part assisted-dying centre, part passport office – I guess it’s a more daring mix than those coffee shops that also have a launderette attached. But with such potentially different outcomes from an appointment, no wonder Macy bounces up and down like a gleeful rabbit when we leave.
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Dinner with a friend who, with no hospitality training (he’s a great photographer), has opened a cluster of F&B ventures that include a coffee shop, a bakery and a lovely neighbourhood restaurant. Maybe it’s the second glass of wine but we just have one of those conversations that’s bullshit free. He tells me about the stresses of running a thriving restaurant and especially about a contingent of people who try to knock you down. One night he sat next to a couple and observed them as they ordered the most expensive dishes, drank the wonderful wine, and left, after paying, thanking the staff for the amazing evening. The next day, they emailed the restaurant detailing how they had been rudely treated by the staff, saying that the food had been vile, and asking, before they wrote a review online, how they might be compensated. My friend suggested a free glass of wine on their next visit, so they posted a scathing online review. He’s also had people eat a sandwich but return the last bite saying that it tastes off and could they please have their money back – or else. The online review is the preferred weapon of the modern extortionist.
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Would you like to work up a sweat in the bedroom? Feel like you could be pumping muscle a little more in the morning? I got an offer this week from a PR agency. Would I, or one of my team, like to be loaned a pivot bed that, once raised up, converts into a full home gym, complete with a bench and pull-up bars. I was sorely tempted to reply in the affirmative on behalf of one of my colleagues but somehow resisted. Apparently, it’s an invention aimed at “time-short urban men and women who desire easy access to strength training, women aged 40 plus who aim to maintain bone and muscle density, and older men and women who prefer the privacy of home strength training without competing with younger gym-goers.” But one thing left me confused: apparently it allows you to convert the bedroom into “a dual access room”. Hopefully dear readers, it is that for you already.
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There are less than five weeks to go until our annual Quality of Life Conference in Munich. Each week we are revealing more of the amazing speakers who are attending. As businesses wonder how they can be drivers of meaningful change, I was delighted to see that Andreas Von Der Heide, the Danish co-founder of the fashion brand Les Deux, is joining us. I caught up with him recently and we talked about the school that he has built near a factory that he uses in Turkey and a sports project that he has become involved with in New York. It was impressive to hear how deeply he was thinking about the projects that he could take under his brand’s CSR banner. Von Der Heide will be just one of many people at the conference who I am confident will reshape guests’ outlooks on life, work and even morning routines. You can get a ticket here. See you there.