10. No wonder we are living longer
I am floating on the Mediterranean, face up, feet towards France. I am determined to do two things, both of which require superhuman determination. First, I will keep my toes above water until further notice. Second, I will write this chapter (in principle, you understand, even I cannot float with a laptop).
I am inspired by a recent Provençale luncheon, which started promptly at 1.00 p.m. under the olive trees of our rented farmhouse and which finished, in delightful disorganisation, the whole thing not aided by beakers of Calvados, around midnight.
My theme will be a short, two-dimensional history of executive dining, culminating in my observations about the correct eating habits for the modern businessperson. ...