A Weekend in Manchester and Some Personal Time

It’s been a while since I blogged without purpose. I’ve missed it – the act of writing has always been therapeutic. On a personal level I’ve been busier than ever – I’ve met a whole bunch of brilliant people and my workload has reached capacity, which is amazing, but the downside of this is there’s little time for doing nothing.

I received a message from my friends from 6th form to meet up for a meal in Manchester – we have known each other for over twenty years and have stayed in contact, meeting up every so often to catch up. They’re a great group of women – all are doing well for themselves with families and jobs, and I love the fact that even though I don’t see or speak to them for months at a time, we slip back into conversation as though I had seen them yesterday.

I decided to make an extended trip out of it and booked myself into a hotel room for the night. To my recollection there has only been a single time I’ve done that during the time The Bloke and I have been together (which was when he had a minor heart operation) so the concept was somewhat of a novelty, despite the fact that The Bloke is more than supportive of any time I want to myself. Continue reading

Thoughts for Manchester

I was awake at 3.00am and was horrified at the events in Manchester, my home city, last night. At present, 22 people have died and 59 have been injured after what is thought to be a suicide bomber detonated an explosive in the foyer at the Manchester Evening News (MEN) arena after an Ariana Grande concert had ended. The arena has a capacity of 18,000 people, and most of the audience in attendance were children, teenagers, young adults and their families. It’s the biggest loss of life in a terrorist attack since 7/7, and there are already children confirmed among those who have been killed. Children.  Continue reading

On a Train… Again

imageI’m on a train up north to spend a few days with the family as its my sister’s birthday. I’m not a fan of travelling this way during the week – my normal routine is to get one around 6.00am at the weekends, as nobody else has got out of bed at that time and it means that I can sit where I like and not be disturbed by screaming kids or poncy businessmen talking in buzzwords on their phones. As you can see from the image, it’s a cold and miserable day, but this is nothing new – it always seems to rain whenever I go up to Manchester.

As predicted, the train is rammed, but I shoved my way to the front, got on first and bagged a seat that doesn’t have a reservation. I have learned over the years that it doesn’t pay to be polite, unless you wish to stand for the entirety of the journey (how sad, but unfortunately a fact of dealing with the British general public), and I’m currently sitting by myself, listening to Bon Jovi (I had to put my headphones in to drown out the noise of the person opposite playing an online gambling game really loudly on his phone), eating my breakfast and watching a whole bunch of people squabble about who is sitting in each other’s seats. It’s quite amusing – I must look intimidating for some reason because a family have just had an argument about sitting next to me – apparently none of the them want to, one of them remarking that they would rather stand up. Fine by me! Hopefully, I’ll be left in peace to put my make-up on, and get on the blog, when the internet signal permits. Continue reading

Don’t Give Up Your Day Job!

imageIt was a nice weekend…

I travelled up north to spend some time with my family – both my mother and I have birthdays in a few weeks so we had a joint celebration without our boyfriends and husband in tow.

As is the case whenever I go up to Manchester, it was cold, dark and rained solidly for the entirety of my visit, but that didn’t stop us from getting dressed up. Unfortunately, gridlocked traffic and the return of the Frankfurt market meant that we were extremely late getting to the restaurant, making my sister look like she had been stood up on a date, bless her, but we soon settled into the usual banter that often takes up the majority of our conversations. Continue reading