When I was flossing my teeth last night I was suddenly for no reason whatsoever transported back to being at Daymer Bay in Cornwall where we used to go on our holidays. How and why it sprung into my head I have no idea. I’m always having conversations in my head: so much so that on the rare occasion that there’s someone else around me I sometimes ask them if I was talking to myself. Thankfully no one has ever said that I was. But maybe they’re being kind…
Good Morning Thursday 23rd April 2026
