I once read an article on happiness and how our level of happiness is pre-programmed genetically so that even if our circumstances changed wildly – you ended up behind bars for life or at the other end of the spectrum you won the lottery –  your level of happiness would eventually return to its preset levels. If you were a grumpy old fart before winning millions you’d still be a grumpy old fart lying back on your yacht sipping margaritas. If you were a cheerful chap before prison, a few years into your sentence you’d be joyfully spooning down some tasteless slop in the prison dining hall . So, after two psychologically and physically draining weeks in this suit I ask myself am I as happy as I was before this ordeal began? No. Maybe the levels need more time to stabilise. Respect to you pregnant mothers out whose levels are all over the shop today.

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