I won’t stop long seeming it’s Christmas Eve and we’ve all got more exciting and pressing things to do.
I’m wondering if I’m the only person floating around excited by being in Nelson for Christmas. Unless, of course, you’re after buying one of the cheapest houses in the coutry, according to a new housing study. (It’s almost sweet how everybody is referring to the place as ‘affordable’).
Santa’s-eye view of Nelson, Lancashire.
But, other than just spending 29 hours on various planes, trains and automobiles I’m raring to go. Obviously John had to come and pick Steph and myself from Chorlton Street bus station in Manchester, and it was a good job, too, considering my mother didn’t know where it was and confessed that the use of a GPS would be a bit tricky as she has no conceptual awareness of 100 yards. Still, at least John got to show her the finer parts of Manchester as he has more than a conceptual awareness of Canal Street and the surrounding area considering the bus up from London was running well over an hour late.
It’s been over a year since I hit these shores and Britain is almost unrecognisable to me – since when did people complain about toilets on buses being unusable due to blockages? Although it was referred to as being “pretty full up” as opposed to a blockage. I was even more staggered by the coach driver’s response when he stopped at the next available services.
Anyway, I’m really looking forward to a family/Butler Sheetmetal Christmas (well, they are one and the same to be fair), and hope you all have a very Merry Christmas, too.
What did I do this time? Travel safely.
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