The sound of the steel band drifting across Chorlton Park from the eponymous school is just right for today. ‘Call NHS Direct,’ say the weather people, but still the old folk wear heavy coats as we head towards 35 degrees (mid-90s in their money: perhaps that’s the problem, ‘only 35, better wrap up’).
Anyway. Thank goodness for the European Union and the hard working Poles who do such a good job of cleaning our cars and whose Barbakan Delicatessen bakes such wonderful cakes et cetera.
Without the Poles we’d be toasting Warburtons, a bread so packed with preservatives the butter melts and dribbles away. And I’d have to entrust the car to an indigenous Salford scally who’d most likely drive it out to some wasteland and burn it.
This posted via mobile via Flickr and so not so closely proofread. Click the pic to see it large (there’s an ‘all-sizes’ tab for really large).