The Dressing Room: a head for charity
The notion of daily rituals is an alien reality to me. It’s not that I am some soapbox bohemian, mistaking consistency for conformity – in fact, it’s the very opposite. I have done everything possible to grasp hold of the relief consistency might afford: decades worth of New Year’s resolutions and ineffectively vowing to sustain simple customs, like enjoying a take-away cup of tea each morning while walking pup in the park.