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, 9 December 2016

Last Cut is the Deepest

Fir cones are not easy to saw, not because of any intrinsic toughness but due to their shape that precludes holding them in a mechanical vice and their spikiness that takes a toll on the necessary alternative – my hand; the proximity of the blade to fingers is also a danger but it was only as I fashioned the ninetieth and last of the little beasts (needed for wedding table decorations) that blood was finally drawn, still with some other weddings costing an arm and a leg, a mere finger is nothing.

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