Monday, May 16, 2016

In The Ascendant

I've just finished a bowl of oxtail soup, as perfected by the Missus, with a mound of freshly cut bread to accompany. And, let's face it Gentle Reader, you haven't. I don't want to boast, but you really have no idea of just how much you are missing. (Actually I do want to boast, and have pretty effectively done so, I reckon.)

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