Flagging

I think there is some football thingy going on at the moment....I'm sorry, but I have no interest in football, except for photo opportunities. Last week I passed this pub on the way home from a session and I decided I needed a pic of the giant flag. For once I wasn't driving, so I jumped into the lorry with Mike on the way to Buxton today and he slowed down as we passed so that I could take a pic. I even managed a selfie in the wing mirror. 

It has been a very long day....I didn't want a repeat of yesterday's travelling so I decided to go into Manchester from the 'other side'. Michelle came to mine and we travelled in together, it worked really well...too well, because we arrived at base at 9am (we didn't need to be there until just after 10:30!) There was nothing for it, we had to go into the canteen and have a bacon barm!

What a busy, busy day we had at Buxton. I am completely mashed now. I'm also in pain because I was hit on the foot as we lugged the cages into the Palace Hotel this morning. I was whacked on the heel and I've done something to my ankle, it has ballooned up and I've limped about all day.....sigh. I need to go to bed as I'm sooo tired....I wonder if I call 999 a fireman would carry me upstairs???