Unreliable Aides Memoire

It's 09.28 on Friday 3rd November. Sitting at the dining room table of my East Leeds domicile, I'm snacking on the remnants of Haribo gummy sweets from Halloween, washed down by chilled West Yorkshire tap water. On the red armchair to my right, lolling unceremoniously adjacent to a cream cushion emblazoned with words 'happiness', is my laptop... Continue Reading →

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