365:69 Down my wayWhen I was freshly divorced, I had myself a little pad in Leeds city centre – a garret flat in an old riverside warehouse. Very yuppy, very trendy, pretty lonely. I lived in no 69. I wanted to reference that today but could not think of any way of doing that.

I walked out to Spinning Group this morning and took my camera with me. On my way home, I realised that the place that I now lay my hat is on a road numbered with a 69.

That’ll do, won’t it?

Published by Scattered Thinker

The Scattered Thinker is somewhat past her prime, but not yet in any danger of giving up. In the Inter-world, she is often known as plumbum, or sometimes as ulygan. In the Real Life, she goes by the name of Beth. Beth is a roamer. She lives in a motorhome and has a backup static caravan that serves as a bolthole if needed. Bricks and mortar are very much a thing of the past. Contact Beth if you would like to correspond with paper and pen.

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