The Minx

After breakfast at Brizzi's - joined, once again, by Izzy, which was lovely - we took the train back north, changing trains at Stockport to get back to Chorley. Here's The Minx on the platform at Stockport.

I remember, many years ago, talking to my good friend, Bob, and he said to me that there was nothing that he did that he didn't enjoy more if he was with his wife, and I remember thinking how wonderful that must be. I mean, I know people want different things from relationships, but that really appealed to me. And then at the ripe old age of forty-six, I met the Minx, and now I do have someone about whom I feel the same way.

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Diet news
No news! There were no scales in the hotel. Which is probably just as well :-/