A Public Apology

After the last entry I feel that I should make an apology for the slander regarding the weather of Manchester. Yesterday evening I played a game of cricket underneath the orange sun. The birds were cheeping and there was a smell of freshly cut grass all around. All be it that the scene did lack some certain qualities that would make it dream like, namely a large glass of Pimms and a deck chair, but it was still in that general direction.

So after my outburst yesterday involving a ridiculous anecdote from Atlantis I feel that, in the spirit of fairness, Manchester should be represented evenly in the dock. The great cotton metropolis of yesteryear has its barmy evenings too and it does not just rain, rain, rain. Instead it goes rain, rain, rain, rain, sun, rain, rain. By the records, set by no one in particular, the next day like it will be near the middle of June. Also, in this wave of justice, it is worth noting for the prosecution that yesterday afternoon it was hailing at home, described by an eye witness as an “ice shower”. So there you have it, decide as you will.

We had our house valued yesterday, and the results were quite promising. The top estimate was £195k falling to a basement figure of £185k. If we get the top figure then this would mean that we could purchase a small castle in Marple, maybe even the Manor House. There is a lovely place I have seen that has a lake and a folly, and even one of those Greek replica ruins in the north wood. We might go for that. Or we could go for a 3/ 4 bedroom house with a small garden. Either or.