Despite the faux extravagance of the Sheffield Peace Gardens and the fake smiles of those inhabiting the vicinity, I had a good day yesterday. Usually, the hospitality of South Yorkshire goes horrifically awry in an attempt to force you into having a good time, but the sun was shining and everyone's spirits were high with swathes of ice cream, sausage rolls and other such forms of merriment.
The weather felt somewhat reminiscent of the fountains spouting out of the ground - constantly rising and falling, changing just like the weather. One minute the heat was killing us and the next we were being comforted by the gentlest of breezes and dark skies, but it was nice.
There was a man shouting very aggressively about his religion and how all sinners would go to HELL, surrounded by minions handing out bible verses and judgemental glares. I couldn't help but think he'd get his point across better if he'd been acting in a calmer fashion, but he didn't seem to be put off by the stares as his customers walked by. Nobody really minded and if they did, nobody brought it up. That's the great thing about Sheffield, you can do what you like as long as you're not in anybody's way. The moment you block a footpath, that's when you're about to have a problem.
Anyway, I'm sorry this post is late. Lovely was over so we could enjoy yesterday together. See y'all on Tuesday.
Signed,
Elijah.
Meta Sentience.
05/05/2018
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