Every year, the square between the National Football Museum and Manchester Cathedral is occupied by an ice rink from early November. Then, every year around this time, it is dismantled again. I guess it keeps some people employed. Presumably there is some order involved; piece number 697 is getting ready for filing, for example.
We had visitors in the house today, and this will make no more difference to anyone’s life than if we were to do the same thing next week. Unless you ascribe to the views of the moronocracy, who’d rather blame us for their own failings, and screw up local economies just that little bit more. Meanwhile, Ellie & Marcus work on the jigsaw. It’s half-term.
Exciting times in the household as the jigsaw map of Brighton that was a Christmas present is finally finished five months later. With all three of us present to witness this stellar event, you can tell it’s the half-term holiday. Life doesn’t get more uneventful than this.
Being 42 