Loving Leeds

How to justify "loving Sutton" with a blip of Leeds? Well, it's like this...living in Sutton means I'm close enough to take my boy back to Uni, meet his housemates, stock up his fridge - which I never could do in Brazil.

I do love Leeds - it's where I went to Uni (as did my elder daughter), and I have fond memories of the rows of terraced housing where we lived - in fairly abject poverty compared to these days (central heating! dishwasher! washing machine! dryer!! computers and internet! wine with meals!) - though we did finish our years without a massive debt to pay off...

I never got over feeling utterly privileged to receive a top-notch education - for free!

Loved the colour of this house - seen from Kirkstall Abbey, in whose mid-12th C Gatehouse, we partook of the most PERFECT fish & chips (with skin on), mushy peas, salad and the best tartare sauce I've ever had. If you are ever in Leeds, try it!