I have the kind of flu that makes your head feel like it's going to fall off: must be Christmas!
This post is my personal love letter to my very special new home. Finally, I'm where I belong.
A few more hours in the day would be great, but it's distance that would help me get a little more writing done.
Manchester Christmas markets never fail to get me all tingly about the festive season. I think the mulled wine helps too. And just because I don't live there any more doesn't mean I was prepared to miss out this year.