would love to have been a traveling insurance agent in the 1920s and travelling for work up the north-east coast in late autumn with my wife, both of us in our mid twenties, and getting snowed in in somewhere like scarborough or whitby and having two weeks living inside some proper old stone hotel on the company dime with views over the grim sea and going outside only to go to the shop to buy some hot bread and whatever else they sold in those days before walking back with my wife both of us laughing and tripping over and holding each other closer, path illuminated by gas lantern atop black steel pole, running a hot bath as soon as we got in and sitting in the tin bath together with soap suds and the windows steamed up.
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