Good morning everyone from south Manchester where it’s nippy out. I stood on the balcony while the kettle boiled for my TiB. Sunday mornings in this town centre are SO quiet until everyone gets going. No traffic even on this main road so I could hear the magpies chattering in the trees opposite.
I’ve booked flights to go out to Málaga a week tomorrow. With Mr O’Leary’s crew which is the main reason Himself bought me a smartphone. He knew the time would come when I’d need my own phone to upload my digital boarding pass. He was so organised on my behalf and incredibly thoughtful.
I’m going for 3 weeks. Well that’s the plan anyway. I need to bag up Himself’s stuff. He told me “don’t keep it as a shrine. Make the apartment your own now. Maybe keep one or two mementos but get rid of my deck shoes and shorts that wont be needed any more”. I shall cry when I put my key in the door. Not been since May last year. I’m rather dreading it all to be honest the journey on my own and the sorting. Hey ho.
I’ve been invited over to eat a roast beef dinner this afternoon with my little family. Yorkshire Lass and her husband will be in Hamburg now.
Good Morning Saturday 18th July 2026



