Introduction


Can each day be headlined by a word (or two) and represented by a single sentence?

Will they, in turn, weave together to form a tapestry of the year?

It may be more mundane than momentous, but it’s mine to share.

Sunday, 10 August 2014

Fond Farewell

Sent the Mongolia-bound daughter on her way with a Sunday dinner, a few family games, her last cheese and biscuits for four months, and a lift to Manchester airport in the middle of the night; well worth the drive to shorten, by two and a half hours, the gap until I see her again at Christmas.
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