Ah it's Friday & we're at the airport having hot chips on a rainy afternoon watching a rainbow outside about to hop on a flight to Brussels to see friends for the weekend.
It's amazing the transition that Manchester undergoes when we wake up and see a morning like this (instead of grey skies, consistent rain and no spiked fence). People genuinely do walk taller, commuters smile at each other, mini-cabs congregate on blind corners and drive with a renewed sense of no-purpose, coffee tastes better. We should do 'sunny mornings' more often.
This makes it three years in Manchester - that's more than one and a half times longer than we've lived our married life anywhere else (although the actual nights-spent-here is probably less :) ).
Those familiar with Guy Fawkes Night (5th November) will know that Manchester continues to celebrate the anniversary of our arrival with fireworks spectaculars. Rightly so. :)