Phriday Pheeling

Content warning for the extra - contains blood!

Today I attended the donation centre at the correct time, woohoo!

Biscuit took me there, heading out into the tail end of a heavy rain shower which had completely cleared by the time we arrived in Manchester.

En route at a red traffic light a passer by got enthused by seeing the Royal Enfield badge on the tank & asked to take a photo! Biscuit obliged & held up the traffic for a few seconds as the lights changed but nobody seemed to mind :-)

Everything went well with the donation and after a glass of juice & an Orange Club Biscuit, a quick bimble was taken into the city centre to snap a pic of one of the unusual phoneboxes that are scattered around there.

Was hoping Google may offer some insight into them but not so unfortunately. They certainly look tatty already and am pretty sure they are not that old.

Nothing much happened for the rest of the afternoon. Tea was an Indian takeaway (very Nom) collected by Indian motorcycle. Youngest & your Gal attempted to walk it off afterwards, taking Shadow for a stroll. I still feel like a puppy that has eaten too much!