Yesterday was a glorious day.
You’ll probably know this if you’re reading from anywhere in the UK, as by all accounts, it was lovely everywhere. In a (rare) fit of motivation (probably still drunk from X Factor madness), I managed to drag my chap away from the X Box which was no mean feat, I assure you; and headed out into the vast lushness of the Yorkshire countryside that surrounds the suburb of Leeds that we live in.
For those of you who don’t know, we moved house recently, to a leafy, green and all round pleasant area of Leeds – yes, I was shocked to find Leeds had such areas too – and I absolutely love it. I was chatting to my friend about this shift in gears from my city centre (ish) flat in the very heart of urbanity to this suburban leafy paradise, a million miles away (well, about six, actually) from the hustle and bustle of city life that I professed to love.