Almost a year ago I was trying to write my precis for 2012 and the only good thing I could come up with was a piece about soup, which is still true today actually – so while I’m waiting for this soup to cool down I’m quoting that soup from last year.

… in the end life is a bowl of good hot soup, and if you’re lucky there’s a piece of bread on the side. In the end life is good if there’s someone to share a bowl of soup with you, someone who makes soup for you or enjoys the soup you’ve made … in the end happiness is a bowl of soup with a piece of bread, and that is all that matters.