The new bishop of Manchester was being welcomed. And across the corridor a civil wedding. Wonder if there was any cross over? Where there lots of chaps/chapesses in robes and a single bride rocking her robe too? Who knows.
Outside there were hundreds of people. Not spectating. Just partaking. In the scrum that is a Manchester Christmas market. I’m partial to a little fruit on a stick. Covered in chocolate obvs. And what of the ornithogalum? Well a little bit opened, and the rest offered up their acid green instead.
It’s first of December. I have no advent calendar. I do however have a list of every floristry sundry you can think of with a price. For the armies of DIYers that will descend on the shop in the next 23 days. Kitsch levels will go off the radar. And the yard floor is already silver. And colleagues will be looking for their next spray paint fix. Addicts I tell ya.