Twisted love

I finally admitted to a friend that I’m depressed. I’m crying at films, dead bees, the end of fictional novels. She took me out for a bike ride and despite me having an e-bike and her not, it was hard to keep up with her at times. We tried to visit the bendy barge, but took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in Rotherham. A quick trip to Ikea and then on to trafalgar warehouse to see friends at a craft fair.