Tuesday 15th September 2020, 9.15am (day 3,309)
I did try to go into Manchester today. The train got as far as Rochdale, where all services terminated thanks to a ‘points failure’. As I didn’t really care one way or the other, after a while of non-movement, I turned around and went back to complete my day’s work at home. It is a sign of my recent equanimity that it didn’t bother me. At least I got the chance for a photo. It doesn’t really look like anything has moved here in years, so it seems appropriate.
Being 42 