I experienced a shock of recognition one day, when I looked out my window and saw a family strolling down the street where few ever walked, except in pursuit of heroin in an unmistakably Bosnian formation: the eldest member leading the way at a slow, aimless pace, all of them slouching, hands on their butts, as though burdened by a weighty load of worries.
When you're "well off", you have a big load of worry, and no friends that you can really trust they all want to be well off, too; and you know, not very deep down (because striving for profit keeps you on a "surface" ), that they probably wouldn't mind getting well off on you.
You now have two loads of batteries to worry about.
Unlike your viral load, the emotional load of that worry, however needless, would be far from undetectable.
That was partly due to concerns about slowing economic growth and the company's debt load, but also because of worries about its long-term future.
So to all my clever atheist friends who worry about schools teaching their kids a load of religious shite, worry not!
Don't worry, Mail Online reprinted loads of them so you can get the idea.
"A lot of guys are coming through who have been together for 15 or 20 years - they've got loads of money and they're not worried about the cost at all".
For loads of reasons – partly that I was worried that its dissection of women was affecting me, and partly because, much as I enjoyed riding out my own outrage upon reading the stories, such as the Samantha Brick piece, I felt like a hypocrite.
