It's somewhat difficult to smile when one hauled ones ass out of bed at 4am to catch the red eye to Manchester but still manages to miss it. It's now almost 9.10pm and i'm still waiting to board next flight..... I'm as mad as a squirrel in a blender. Would almost kill for a coffee from starbucks, but detox states no caffine! Great.
At least Trafford Centre is on the cards later...... every cloud an a'dat!
