No Man is an Island

I could have entitled this " The day we drank hot chocolates in the rain, followed by an hour bartering in an electrics shop, interupted by an
" urgent " phone call from Occupational Health about a needlestick injury that I have had, which turned out to be as urgent as a news story about Noel Edmonds' socks ( but thanks for the panic) "

I prefer the simple title

Yeadon Tarn is a bit lovely. I must go back on a sunnier day.

Twenty Years today since I moved to Yorkshire. Brilliant

One of Bradford's finest bands I am so in the mood to dance now. If my ability only matched my enthusiasm....


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