We’ve had Daughter home for a week but it doesn’t really
feel like it. Today we take her back to Manchester. Considering the fact she’s
had way too many Christmas presents it would be impractical, although amusing,
to send her back by train.
Oddly when we get past Stoke, there is no snow at all. Manchester
is its usual dank and drizzling self. We go for a meal in the Woodstock Arms
before turning round to do the return journey home.
(Sunday 28th December)
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