* * *
I realised today that I’ve only ever been very good at playing
one role in life. It was bitter-sweet, extremely so and in equal measure. Do I
miss it? Yes and no.
* * *
The label on my bottle of London Porter says it complements
the richest of chocolate puddings. What a strange claim for a beer. Mine’s had
to make do with complementing a houmous sandwich.
* * *
Good days are rare these days, and this winter seems unusually
long and bleak. There was a penetrating polar wind moaning its way along the
now-desiccated lanes of the Shire tonight, assaulting my face all the way home.
Bleakness is, at least, rather good at complementing firesides.
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