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    we love you leeds, leeds, leeds…

    Home again, and back to the usual routine after my whistlestop visit to the North’s unofficial capital! My trip was, unusually for me, a last minute dash following an unmissable invite from an old friend and much fun was had (and shopping shopped), marred only a little by a higher than usual (two out of five in the end) number…

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    girl from (all over) the north country…

    As I post following an exciting but exhausting week, the Bank Holiday rain is predictably and reassuringly steady, last night’s leftover takeaway is almost gone, and my chocolate bunny (courtesy of a charming gentleman from north of the border) is no more, having been reduced to barely-there crumbs, pretty gold foil and a nice red ribbon with a bell on…