The New Day.

I'm sitting in a cafe with my friend, Laura. She is eating a Full English Breakfast at 4PM. The egg yolks are sunny side up, with runny yolks - juicy yolks, my son calls them - she gags slightly as she eats them but I hover over her like a Sergeant Major. "Eat," I urge.... Continue Reading →

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