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.

Friday, 3 July 2015

No Fatted Calf

The younger daughter is no prodigal, nor clearly a son, but her infrequent visits do occasion the laying on of some favourite meals, tonight chorizo and butternut squash risotto, and the laying in of some favourite provisions such as croissants, however I was unable to supply her first two preferences for a drink with her evening meal as the Budweiser lake created at Christmas had finally run dry and the dusty bottle of red wine dated 2002 proved to be just old rather than vintage; fortunately the cold Prosecco in the fridge proved very acceptable in their stead.

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