The Curious Incident of the Pope's Tree in the Daytime
Drive Patrick to school. Pick up The Guardian and the mornign edition of the Manchester Evening News - with the first 11 pages dedicated to the Bourgass case. This has certainly kept the certainty of £520 million for Metrolink if Labour win this election off the early pages.
Drive Sarah to Cheetham Hill for a Management committee away day. And we four runners take the chance to head to nearby Heaton Park for manouvres.
Hooch on a lead as he is recovering from a mashed knee. But Ottey and Jim are off calibrating their speed and acceleration against one another. Heaton Park has received a huge input of Lottery cash. And much of the Heritage is in the best state it has been - possibly for a century.
We run up the hill from the car park. Look out over the golf course. And head off for a lap of the rabbity meadows under the telecomms tower where the horses are. The rabbits provide a bit of excitement though none are caught and none are meant to be. And off we head around the park proper past the resevoirs down through wooded paths and eventually back up to the Pope's monument.
There are far less tributes than I was expecting. Hooch who cannot read and has no sense of decorum adds his own. I think of Polly Toynbee more substantial offering in the Guardian.
And I look at the trees. There has been a good deal of speculation in the local papers that the trees planted on the day, one by Il Papa's own hand, have been stolen or destroyed long ago. Possibly battered to death with a garden fork.
But although there are two roughly hewn stumps in the vicinity the smart money is on the tree still being in one piece.
I concentrate, I really do, but I cannot decide which one it is. Next time I come up here, possibly on Saturday I'll bring the helpful letter from the MEN's Famous Postbag from Knacker of the Yard (retired) who, presumably anxious that local villains nail the right tree, wrote in with a detailed triangulation exercise.
Not the one you would think he says. It's that one over there.
Drive Sarah to Cheetham Hill for a Management committee away day. And we four runners take the chance to head to nearby Heaton Park for manouvres.
Hooch on a lead as he is recovering from a mashed knee. But Ottey and Jim are off calibrating their speed and acceleration against one another. Heaton Park has received a huge input of Lottery cash. And much of the Heritage is in the best state it has been - possibly for a century.
We run up the hill from the car park. Look out over the golf course. And head off for a lap of the rabbity meadows under the telecomms tower where the horses are. The rabbits provide a bit of excitement though none are caught and none are meant to be. And off we head around the park proper past the resevoirs down through wooded paths and eventually back up to the Pope's monument.
There are far less tributes than I was expecting. Hooch who cannot read and has no sense of decorum adds his own. I think of Polly Toynbee more substantial offering in the Guardian.
And I look at the trees. There has been a good deal of speculation in the local papers that the trees planted on the day, one by Il Papa's own hand, have been stolen or destroyed long ago. Possibly battered to death with a garden fork.
But although there are two roughly hewn stumps in the vicinity the smart money is on the tree still being in one piece.
I concentrate, I really do, but I cannot decide which one it is. Next time I come up here, possibly on Saturday I'll bring the helpful letter from the MEN's Famous Postbag from Knacker of the Yard (retired) who, presumably anxious that local villains nail the right tree, wrote in with a detailed triangulation exercise.
Not the one you would think he says. It's that one over there.
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