or lay down in a dark room and close your eyes for a bit.

I spent my first eight years in Bradford so soot-blackened Yorkshire Stone buildings and damp moors hold connotations for me. The South is probably a better place to actually live in though.

Lol. If it’s reheating precooked breaded fish…it’s sort of tolerable. But cooking raw fish would be some kind of incitement.

That’s one of the things that interest me. Places like Haworth and Top Withins were made for drama.

Never been to Haworth either despite having lived in W.Y. for thirty years collectively.

Dunno, just saw it in the library a few weeks ago and mentally earmarked it. I recently read a biography on her sister Charlotte and a selection of Charlotte’s letters. I plan to make my way through the whole family bookwise because it fascinates me.

Couldn’t get my first choice from the library (Brave New World), or second choice (Emily Brontë bio) so had to settle for the Jamie Vardy autobiography. I wouldn’t normally bother with a book about a footballer’s life (more so when he’s still young and playing) but I find this fellow interesting.

Perhaps it's not malware they're worried about but fun.

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Hell is other people.

Oh no. Catch-22.

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