Manx

I am in Manchester. 1st impression: good. No small feat since I arrived exhausted. Hrc though played the excellent hostess, providing a home cooked meal then taking me to the Hilton bar for cocktails. And unlike the first time I came to England, this time I didn't fall down any steps afterwards.

Yesterday, my first day proper, involved a walking tour of Manx. The stationery!!!!!!! I have bought enough postcards for you all to get five each and I don't plan to stop. The other highlight was the food. The English know comfort food. Bacon butties, fish finger sandwiches, apple pies. All punctuated with pots of delicious tea.



We also hit the high street. I wanted a winter coat. There is lots of choice and I have some finalists but trying things on when you have hundreds of layers on is not an exciting prospect. I ignored that though when it came on to trying on my new panda sweater. Thank you top shop for your mass produced awesome.

And I rode on the Manchester eye. Or ferris wheel or whatever. That was also awesome. In part for the view and in part for the unhelpful voice over telling you what you could see, even when you were at the bottom of the wheel and could actually only see the ticket booth. Highly comical.




Today has begun kind of sux though since it is five AM and I am wide awake. And have been for like an hour. Bloody body clock. I am sure today will be aces. Cos it will involve museum gift shops. But right now: my kingdom for two or three more hours of sleep.


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