The Unimportance of Being Earnest.
Day 12, Thursday 29th March 2018
4 min readMar 29, 2018
Writing first thing every morning is lovely feeling, like a cool breeze brushing against my face in the early summer morning on a hot day, the windows are open but the air hasn’t yet been heated so it’s crisp, fresh and bright. Days like that feel so perfect that I wonder how anyone could ever tire of them. Having lived my entire life in the UK, I’ve…
