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, 21 February 2016

Foreign Food

I knew I would arrive back at my dad’s in Salford too late to partake in their Sunday lunch so I came prepared with some Bolognese sauce from the freezer and a handful of fusilli pasta; such a meal is foreign to them in more ways than one and, having viewed my bowlful with wrinkled noses, is likely to remain so.
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