For my never wife who looked after me while I looked after her for a bit today. Her partner died two months ago opposite the weird portal space where I met Sam h.
We took YouTube turns in the graveyard in town. Apologies to any passers by who witnessed two mad women rolling on the graves (socially distanced of course), one in a Leeds scarf, the other in kitten ear muffs, bellow singing, crying laughing and kicking their heels in the air.
Then she proposed, I said no, and we parted ways
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Then I finally went to the bookshop and asked Sam (who said he had been waiting for me
) f he'd like a quiet drama free cuppa at some point outside of portal world. We talked zines, joining dots that don't need joining, personal art history, safer sex education, shop work and soup while he closed up.
I think I might suggest the brudenell if it's still open.
He can't get out of it even if we don't find somewhere suitable - I know where he works and I own a thermos flask.there is also an in store tea machine, and a gallery with sofas upstairs
/Oversharey post that I might zap, but fuck it. Today's been hilarious and cute with rough edges.i think I've just fallen in love with Leeds again just when trying to run away from it.