I am in Leeds. I have not slept. I am so tired I am fantasising about giant piles of carbs, maybe pancakes, and if not a bath chair, then sofas. John Lewis is a safe place to head.
The pedestrianised and covered shopping centres in Leeds are wonderful and doubly useful at the moment, because I can’t handle the hustle of streets and definitely cannot be held responsible for looking left and right at oncoming traffic. After sniffing everything in Neom, I cross the polished floor to John Lewis. Conveniently, in the men’s shoe department (ground floor) there is a lovely sofa. And, even better, close by are displays of ‘chocolates as presents’.
