Tarry, rolling back and one last taste.

1. Much that I would like to sit and visit for longer packed in with red and crimson cushions and blankets, lit by a bright window and drinking good coffee, eating snacks and hearing news and wise council, I have to go back to work. But I am delayed in the hall (as usual) by a print of the garden of Eden. It's a rare one, I discover, because the set was lost in the Great Fire of London in 1666.

2. I drop fistfuls of dice into my pockets, ready for this evening's game -- we've had a long health break to overcome sickness and injury, but as soon as we could, we got back to the table.

3. Like hobbits, even though we are comfortably full, we are taking just one last taste of our favourites.

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