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, 1 May 2016
Funeral Direction
A morning spent pondering
funeral arrangements for someone who always preferred “no bloody fuss” and who
given half a chance would have knocked up his own casket from scrap table tops
and drawer fronts stacked up in his shed.
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