Victim of Geography

Land of Manc weaves its usual brand of geographical brand of bamboozlement on me. Its like Runcorn on steroids, shapeless and freaky! Anyway found North Manchester General having confused a native with a request for directions. There I found Vicky and Jenny. Together we made our way to the Headquarters which is cunningly left off the hospital maps on display for the public. Need to scrawl some notes on the meeting.

Blackhole of Gateway House today. Deep joy, Belle and Seb, a cramped train, a dirty, dusty ugly job in prospect. Still use the opportunity to fire off some mails.

Ashes don't start brilliantly for England. Still loads of play to go in the game yet and test cricket is always a bit of a rollercoaster. A thought that gets me through Urmston though I don't have scooby where that is!