At home in Leeds, having just been indulging (again) in another wonderful meal, this time lamb roasted with garlic and rosemary, served with roast potatoes and Yorkshire puddings. The train journey down was much quieter than I expected, allowing for a push forwards with Wuthering Heights (previously left to one side owing to work pressures and the inevitable shortening of my attention span). Now I look forward to a few days of old-school family Christmas contentment, eating and drinking too much and falling asleep on the sofa.
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