Manchester

Train up in the morning, Anil at Manchester station

I went to Manchester to meet Anil, a friend from school. Took a train in the morning and he picked me up from the station. We parked the car and walked around the city for a while, and ended up at a Wetherspoons for a drink. I had an apple cider, he had a beer. Apple cider is something Moksha had introduced me to, and I love it now because it tastes like apple juice. You only remember it is not when it hits.

Anil's place was thirty to forty minutes away. I had brought a bottle of whisky along expecting Ajin and Blesson to be there too, and only realised later that they had moved further out. Sara, Anil's wife and also a school mate, was home when we got in. She had made biriyani and it was excellent. Anil asked me to stay the night. I messaged Moksha, and I stayed. In the morning Sara made appam and stew for breakfast, which is exactly the kind of breakfast I did not expect to eat in Manchester and did not want to leave behind. Anil dropped me back at the station and I took the train back to London.