Friday morning. Leaving Leeds
Groundhog Day. Dry retching from strong coffee. In Pret at the Train Station I decide not to take another coffee: I usually take a strong espresso. A ginger shot and a breakfast baguette: avocado and egg. A different approach to the same 24hrs. Usually I have a pain aux raisin and double espresso. Otherwise this day feels exactly the same as Saturday or Wednesday did. Some random guy asked if I was heading to the cricket... Must be my attire. It's how I dress - there is nothing fancy about a pair of sandals, a pair of shorts, a short sleeved shirt (guayabera) or a floppy hat: it is summer! If Australia were here I may be tempted to sit and watch that the Test Match all day.. but not against New Zealand. The rivalry isn't there and I have no connection to New Zealand at all. It is a real shame that it's so far away and that we never went there as a family, or I as a unit, when we could've done in the late 1980s. *** And I am the first person onto the bus. On Wednesday ...