Bees, buddies and books

Today I took my final trip to Manchester before I disappear around the world (except for my trip to the airport on Saturday). It gave me a chance to visit 2 bees - one in Piccadilly Gardens and the other outside Fred Aldous. Unless I find the airport one, they will be my only bees.

They were natural contenders for blipping, but they were pipped by some lovely artwork at Ply, where I went for pizza with some lovely people I used to work with.

Then the artwork was pipped again for a bookmark my friend found in Chapter One. It was random. She found it on the floor. She picked it up and said it was a sign. Then I found Bundaberg drinks, an Australian company, and our order number was 7, my favourite/lucky number.

Of all the places, of all the books, of all the drinks, and all the numbers, it’s my future right there...