Well it had to happen. I’m missing Leeds, or specifcially you lot who live that way.

As much as the new homeland is gorgeous (which it is in a red-brick-green-leaves-sprouting-up-in-between-the-rain-sodden-cracks sort of way) I’m stuck on me todd as Rach does another long day (roll on the day she becomes part time) fancying a pint at the local, but knowing noone within knocking distance to ask out to play.

Oh well “somedays you eat the bar, other days the bar eats you”