It’s long way from the “worst place to live in in the UK” to the second best . And yet this is where I am. My hotel, chosen partly for having good food, cannot feed me (full) and so I have to head out on a search round town (they have beggars too). A half decent steak, plus a pint in a Wetherspoons full of kids later, do I really feel this degree of difference. Nah, and of course I would much rather be home.
Not saying it isn’t a lovely town mind, and might go round the Cathedral in the morning.
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