Life and Lymm

Good late night shopping trip to Manchester, my homeland, where the accent is excellent and cashiers engage in chit chat. The north is indeed friendlier, the shops are glitzier than I remember and the makeup is applied with bigger trowels.

My sister had a meltdown on the way back as Lymm services were further from the motorway than the signage led us to believe. It was comical. There is some aggression in the Harris family genes. A McDonalds placated her.