FROM MOSCOW VIA MANCHESTER WITH LOVE PART3

FROM MOSCOW VIA MANCHESTER WITH LOVE PART 3

 

There was a metal fence, I was sure I recognized. Then Hubs IPhone behaved itself with the navigation. We just stopped and took a breath. It was so hot. The air was kind of damp as the rain made its blanket of moist threads. Hub said he knew how to get to the such and such street where he would be able to find his way back. I thought impossible. Just no one absolutely no one knew where anything was? Made me wonder just how they were getting around themselves? Anyway, we went past places that seamed familiar, but I wondered if that was wishful thinking?

 

Then we smelled the pastry shop. Hub said it was the one we use, but I didn’t believe him. I mean there are hundreds of bakery’s in our town.

He asked me did I want a coffee, but no I didn’t. I was shell shocked. I was shaking inside. I just wanted to go home and close the curtains. Cuddle up in bed and sleep my day away.

 

So much I wanted to spend time with my friend, her Son who I love and his baby, but they have their life to lead so why should they bother with us?

 

My Hub said let’s go across the road, there is our café, I said no it wasn’t. Well, LC didn’t think it was either, as we did the steps that would normally lead us to the café, LC would not find the door and she always does so well at that place, so I told Hub that we have found a bakers, but not the one we know, so across the road is not the café we know, Hub insisted it was, so back we went to the bakery to once again trace our footsteps. No, LC said not to do it so we had to weave in and out of the performing clowns and stalls with fruit and veg on. People watching as we did this time and time again. They clapped as the performers did their stuff.

God I was mortified.

 

Hub would not give up.  He was determined that he knew he was right.

 

You know what? He blooming was? I told him to stand still and among the musicians, we would just listen. We did this, I heard French music. I said I could hear the music and Hub said so we are in the right place as the café is French.

 

We followed the music; this was hard as there were loads of other musicians playing at the same time so we had to wait for a second break from them to hear our café music.

 

Through the door. Still didn’t know was it as shoe shop or an electric or our café. Until we got through the second door and heard the sounds of plates and so on.

 

We were shown to a table and my head in my hands. I reflected our exhausting day.

 

Hub told me to ask our friend by phone if they would like to go to our restaurant that night, I did and they want to wait a week until the baby was more settled. I was kind of pleased as I was not really in the mood to socialise.

 

Did feel sad though as Hub back to work in a couple of days so wouldn’t see them for a while.

 

Well, left there and the corner where we would head towards the street that lead to our bus stop were blocked by more musicians. O M G.

 

So we had to go down another street and find our way with our mobile sat nav

 

Got to the bus stop and guess what? A man was drunk and wanted a fight with some innocent young lads next to us. He was a Scottish guy and really not well in the head. Just really really asking for trouble.

Just let us on that bus? All we need now is a fight?

 

On the bus and you know what? Our day didn’t end there. Oh My God.

 

More later.