To Leeds
So up in Edgware and off to The Moon Under Water Weatherspoons for a cheeky breakfast with Mum and Mas. Morning drinkers chucking like magpies in sunshine of the the open windows. We contented ourselves with teas. Breakfasts fine, although Lorraine’s eggs Benedict poached eggs were hard as stones.
Fond farewells, Mum off to Canada this week.
Lorraine drove us up the M1 to Leeds listening to a Mayo and Kermode podcast and various musics. Stopped off for a cup of tea and a breather at a service station near the National Forest near Nottingham.
Arrived late in the afternoon at Sam and Jade’s new fourth floor flat in Headingly in Leeds. An exceptionally nice little flat, on top of a big old building in a tree lined crescent. They have a gorgeous window seat level with the top part of the tree canopy, looking down on the street and a spire on the horizon. Just the sort of place to sit and cogitate on the challenges of analytical philosophy.
A taxi then to our hotel, driven by a sullen taxi driver who attempted to short change us, as I hefted the case out of the taxi. Lorraine had none of this. A quick turnabout in the Met hotel and back to Sam and Jade’s place. Sam prepared us a salady avocado snack with patatas bravas and leaves. In the evening he cooked us an accomplished mushroom pasander for as well as managing a first in his Philosophy degree he has also become quite a handy chef in the past few years. A very nice evening, listening to music and chatting, gazing out of the lovely window and playing cribbage. Sam, like Lorraine and Pat, his granddad, effortlessly able to slip into the complex scoring. Jade picked it up almost instantly. So it was just me.
Sam and Jade are excellent together, and Jade is splendid and has just received funding for her PhD which she will do at the university. I am very happy they are together.
Sam called us a taxi, which when Lorraine and I climbed into it at the end of the night, turned out to be the same short-changing driver. A frosty drive back to the Hotel Met in the warm night.
Below the philosophers' seat.
Lorraine drove us up the M1 to Leeds listening to a Mayo and Kermode podcast and various musics. Stopped off for a cup of tea and a breather at a service station near the National Forest near Nottingham.
Arrived late in the afternoon at Sam and Jade’s new fourth floor flat in Headingly in Leeds. An exceptionally nice little flat, on top of a big old building in a tree lined crescent. They have a gorgeous window seat level with the top part of the tree canopy, looking down on the street and a spire on the horizon. Just the sort of place to sit and cogitate on the challenges of analytical philosophy.
A taxi then to our hotel, driven by a sullen taxi driver who attempted to short change us, as I hefted the case out of the taxi. Lorraine had none of this. A quick turnabout in the Met hotel and back to Sam and Jade’s place. Sam prepared us a salady avocado snack with patatas bravas and leaves. In the evening he cooked us an accomplished mushroom pasander for as well as managing a first in his Philosophy degree he has also become quite a handy chef in the past few years. A very nice evening, listening to music and chatting, gazing out of the lovely window and playing cribbage. Sam, like Lorraine and Pat, his granddad, effortlessly able to slip into the complex scoring. Jade picked it up almost instantly. So it was just me.
Sam and Jade are excellent together, and Jade is splendid and has just received funding for her PhD which she will do at the university. I am very happy they are together.
Sam called us a taxi, which when Lorraine and I climbed into it at the end of the night, turned out to be the same short-changing driver. A frosty drive back to the Hotel Met in the warm night.
Below the philosophers' seat.
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