Sunday 15th September 2019, 2.30pm (day 2,943)
On the train down to London. Both of these guys needed a rest after a weekend with the (grand)parents, it seems.
Being 42
Life, one day at a time
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Somewhere between Abu Dhabi and Manchester
Tuesday 16th April 2019, 4.15am (day 2,791)
The clock on my camera was set to 4.15am when I took this but I can’t remember whether this is before or after I adjusted it out of Emirates time when I changed planes in Abu Dhabi. Maybe it’s Gulf time and maybe it’s UK time and maybe we were somewhere over [insert Eastern European country of choice] at this point; either way the night was endless, timeless. This is only the blog’s third 4.nn am shot and the first two were both in its first year.
Family Sunday
Sunday 2nd September 2018, 2.40pm (day 2,565)
A full two-day weekend and somehow I still feel like this little girl. Unfortunately I’m too big to be carried around in a rucksack these days.
Can I stop going to work yet?
Tuesday 31st July 2018, 9.55am (day 2,532)
My summer holiday has been a long time coming this year and there’s the rest of this week to get through yet. Despite the later start to the day, I still feel like this guy.
This will probably turn out to be the last shot taken by my Canon Power Shot SX710 camera which since its debut on 27th June 2015 has put in sterling service every day since, including getting up to the top of Kilimanjaro and back. But the lens cover has been requiring the intervention of fingers to retract successfully for some time now and it’s been randomly freezing up, to be recovered only by removing the battery. I took the plunge and invested in another model this morning. Farewell then to the old one, it still does work so I’ll keep it as a backup.
Train doze
Tuesday 20th March 2018, 3.55pm (day 2,399)
Yes, this was me today (well, apart from the hair)…. and it’s only Tuesday…
Morning on China Lane
Tuesday 30th January 2018, 9.40am (day 2,350)
China Lane, Manchester, was until relatively recently part of the old warehouse district. However, due to its proximity to Piccadilly station, in the 21st century it has become full of apartbouhotiques and bars where you can buy £7 glasses of Lithuanian stout with plates of felched scallop on the side. But at least there are still places to sleep.
Asleep
Tuesday 19th December 2017, 9.35am (day 2,308)
This was the first photo I took today, and while I did in the end go on to take more, I didn’t really need to. As soon as I saw this, I thought – this is me, today. This is how I feel.
Tired
Monday 17th July 2017, 3.35pm (day 2,153)
It’s actually not a bad place to catch forty winks, the train home — I manage it frequently. Like these two gentlemen, I am tired…. but have now just three days left before my summer break.
Abingdon Street, Monday morning
Monday 26th September 2016, 9.45am (day 1,859)
Abingdon Street is one of those little city centre back streets that I have found down the years and use because there is very little other traffic on it (wheeled or on foot). Hence why this guy can relax and have a kip, or indeed this guy, taken just on the other side of the road. Clearly it is a prime location in Manchester for morning constitutionals. Why the monochrome? It was the greyest day in weeks, and I felt like it.
Taking a nap
Wednesday 8th June 2016, 9.35am (day 1,749)
He looks comfortable and well-dressed enough to assume this is not some permanent accommodation arrangement. Perhaps the explanation is just that this was another warm June day (though muggy).
