A couple of years ago, we experienced something of a minor breakdown. For many weeks, we had daily bouts of hiccupy sobs, bad headaches and an unbearable feeling of failure. During a particularly bad episode, Rob snot-cried his way through an entire toilet roll in two hours while I downed paracetamol like it was M&Ms. Looking back, the situation wasn’t actually that bad. We’d been working with extremely difficult and demanding clients for Mortified Cow, who seemed to hate us and need us (night and day) in equal measure. But…
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