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.

Wednesday, 7 January 2015

Last Suppers

A quiet day ahead of tomorrow’s departures, which were presaged by a good early-bird tea at The Talbot in Bishopton; my daughter savoured a couple of favourites difficult to come by in Mongolia (salmon and cider) while I favoured a slow roasted lamb shank before I return to Birmingham to resume relations with a microwave.

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