Northern Quarter

I’m not really a fan of the Manchester Northern Quarter (Sarah says it’s “sketchy”), but the graphic novel shops are there so off we went today. Brunch was nice though.

When we got home, Sarah managed to dislodge a shelf in the fridge door ( a detailed public enquiry has not revealed the exact sequence of events). Our kitchen is covered in mats for the daft dog, so of course every plastic container fell safely on a rug, while all the glass jars and bottles hit the tiled floor. A small jar of easy garlic, a bottle of soy sauce and another of lime juice apparently contain several gallons of liquid, that can splatter over every single nook and cranny of the kitchen (even the ceiling). Smells nice though. And it passed an hour cleaning it up ….