As the country prepares for what might be the usual total July rainfall in one day, and as I balefully eye my soggy running shoes that I found myself wearing as I waded through calf-deep puddles yesterday, appropriate to post Manchester pics.
There are lovely bits of Manchester, particularly, I imagine, in the sun, but I’ve never seen the sun there.
Unlovely downtown core street Finch’s accountant is in.
We rushed past the Football Museum, but I’m guessing it’s a grail for many.
Even the Tiki Lounge looked really sad.
I am finding it quite difficult to be all that bothered about the CBC radio agonizing about the heat wave of Toronto, as I sit here in socks and jeans and a sweater, padded against 13 C and rain rain rain.