Hopped on the tram for Piccadilly on the way to catch the train to Chorley. Such a nice ride today, no kids and no drunks.
I’m in a good mood, I’m down five pounds since Tuesday when I started my healthy eating on Tuesday. (Almost wrote five £. Getting Anglicized.) One thing that’s happened is that I write behaviour, centre, and many other words without even thinking now. I also don’t have to concentrate on coins—I know them. Many people here don’t seem to have accents anymore either. It’s all normal to me, except for some that I seldom hear like Cockney, etc.
A mentally ill guy stood by the door of the tram. His zipper was down and he was talking to people the rest of us couldn’t see. He started yelling after a while. Out of nowhere a cop calmly walked up to him and escorted him off the metro at the next stop, where he was joined by another cop. Very cool, and very well done.
Oh, I forgot to write that I saw my first Bobby the other day. That was cool too.
The show was interesting to say the least. A pub and restaurant celebrating a fourth anniversary. Lots of different things going on—my first glimpse of Morris dancers, and there were magicians, and of course us. We didn’t get a lot of attention, but the people that watched us seemed to like us. I took lots of pictures.
Bron, her boyfriend Ste, and his mom gave me a ride back to the train and I caught the 4:55. When I got to Piccadilly I waited for the Metro and these two cute young-ish guys (late 30s or so). One kept flirting with me and was really chatting me up. It was fun. Oh did I say he was really drunk? Yep, of course he was. Still he made me laugh.
posted by Jerilyn Dufresne, author @ 15:03
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