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It’s just after 10.30am, and Dean’s eyes are filled with sleep. Stooping in his doorway, he mumbles that I should come back later. His Italian mastiff, Stella, grizzles dozily from within. It seems I’ve woken her up too. “I don’t have a proper bedtime; my routine is weird,” Dean (which isn’t his real name) tells me. He usually tries, though, to wake up by 10am, and take long dog walks to get him out. “There’s not much discipline in my life, so I have to discipline myself instead.”
I’m on a te
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