Lately I’m going for the ‘morning service’ at Betty, the spacious, decades-old café I call the horse racing place, with two TV screens and on weekends the crowd of older men with their betting guides. They watch their races and sometimes shout, ignoring the government’s infection warnings and advice to stay home. Though I’m hardly one to talk, as I am there too.
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