Lonely

It's funny how empty a hotel room can feel.

Paul is off studying and my plans to go to Chester Zoo were scuppered somewhat by the blistering heat and the little package in my belly pressing right down on my bladder!

Our hotel is smack bang in the middle of a shopping centre, but by midday I am all shopped out. And hot. And sweaty. And slightly purple of face.

So, I'm here relaxing until Paul comes to sweep me off to Manchester to see Peter Kay tonight. Really can't wait!

Erm, still looking for a Greggs....Craving a tuna bap....

Anyone?