Old Trafford III, but not IV

Took Miss K to visit the area of Manchester where my mother grew up. Her family house and that of my great aunt are both still standing, but they aren't pretty. Unlike the area of the Fairfield Moravian Settlement which is an oasis of neatness and calm in an otherwise unprepossessing area. 

We then took the tram to Manchester United, where we went on the stadium tour which gave predictable and unpredictable insights into the club, and the childish thrills of sitting in my favourite player's changing-room place and on the manager's seat in the dugout. Afterwards, we went to see if we could get into see some more cricket without paying, only to find that they were still charging. In any case, within 10 minutes the heavens opened (ultimately ending play for the day).