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.

Saturday, 28 March 2015

Cold

I don’t get a cold very often, which is surprising as my wife regularly brings them home from her primary school, so I shouldn’t complain when I do get one, but I will: my head is thick, sneezing is rampant, my nose is alternately blocked or running like a drain, and my constant companions on the sofa are a diminishing box of clean tissues and a growing mound of used ones.

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