Today is our first day off, and we’re in our hotel/apartment in Manchester. I’m having what feels like my 37th cup of coffee of the day, and still feel like I’m underwater. I was appalled at how people push and rush to get in line for Ryan Air flights; I snapped at the receptionist at our hotel; I pouted at the co-op because it wasn’t a Marks & Spencer and because they had no good salads. [Nor, really, the good desserts with the chocolate and whipped cream.] In short, I need this evening of quiet time SO badly, and so do those who will be around me.
Dublin was beautiful, if far too brief, as was Cardiff the night prior. You’ll have to take my word for it, as I can’t show you much here. 10 black + white frames as I drink my black + white drink, and then I’m shutting out the outside world in favor of 12 hours sleep.