1. I have to go back into Leeds to pick up a bag I left at Art’s on Saturday. It feels like a complete waste of time – a 16+mile round trip on the bus – so I try to make the most of it. I pop into the lunchtime organ recital at the town hall, spend too long selecting buttons at the haberdashery, and I enjoy every metre of the journey back and forth on the bus – the Aire Valley glowing in the sunshine.
1b. The organist is very personable, telling stories between the pieces. Before he mentions anything about his background, I pick up on something – a faintest hint of something in his voice and manner – and use Wikipedia to confirm that yes, he is from woollyback Liverpool like me.
1c. The pink marble pillars in the town hall look like meat. The rich flatness of the inky blue ceiling is more interesting than the white plasterwork on top of it. (Later, I find a heavy knit fabric in the remnants bin at a fabric stall in the market in the same colour – £1 for a good metre. Needless to say, I buy it without hesitation.)
2. We make the aubergine curry than one of my Women Make Zines’ coursemates documented in her zine – the one her grandmother makes for her, her favourite comfort food. The smell of the aubergines & the base sauce roasting greets us in force when we return from the supermarket with the corianders and mushrooms for the rice.
3. I get just the tiniest amount of essential oils – lavender, sweet orange and rosemary – on my hands as I’m “topping up” the dryer balls and for the rest of the evening, the scents follow my gestures.
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