Have I got a deal for you? I promise to stop worrying about you if you promise to stop worrying about me.
I know I’m writing very short paragraphs and banging the space bar a lot but this is a radical proposal and I want it to sink in.
The nub of it is that I’m going to accept responsibility for my own well-being. And if it all goes wrong, I promise I won’t come bleating. I’ll just take misfortune on the chin.
I know you may find that hard to believe but it will all be laid out in the contract in black and white.
Read the rest of Joe Bennet’s letter here.