April 3. Sunday. L and I wake up in Shipley, having been at Asa and Alice’s wedding in Saltaire the night before. It was very nice. We go for a hungover breakfast in the hotel, where there are a bunch of other hungover people murmuring about the wedding and staring at their eggs. We go back to sleep for a bit and then check out. As we walk into Saltaire…
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