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, 21 May 2016

Losing Ten Years

Today it was the turn of the family to celebrate the coming of age its youngest with an excellent meal out at the Blacksmith’s Arms, followed at home with cups of tea and birthday cake, a monstrous grey lump (representing a climbing wall) surmounted with the numeral 8; it should have been 18 but somewhere between the cake shop and home ten years disappeared in the boot of the car never, despite exhaustive searches, to be seen again.
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