A Quiet Shift, Tonight
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On a slightly lighter note than my last couple of posts, 2022 appears to be on its way out, and good riddance, I say: it's been a cruel year for most, and we need to put it behind us. Pictured, our New Year's Eve culinary masterpiece: the bacon & chip [for non-Brits, bacon & French fries] butty. Comfort food for the seasonally-afflicted. Calories and fat, umami in abundance; about the only thing I can actually taste at the moment, so full of winter head cold am I. I'm afraid there will be no seeing in of the New Year this year, as a nice bottle of wine and a hot electric blanket beckon. At least there will be no life-threatening hangover, as in my youth, to put the mockers on New Year's Day...