Diary 27th An 28th August 2016

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Diary Saturday 27th August 2016 A day mostly spent online, with some shopping, and a little pub exploration, though I only had beer in one, a nice real ale bar called The Anderton Arms, recommended by the annually updated main real ale good beer guides. I had my camera round my neck and its case is decorated in some of my many badges, which impressed the landlady. As I left, she gave me a badge to add to my collection – a badge intended for bar staff declaring their right to see proof of age if they expect a drinker may be under age. It now has pride of place among my other badges. The night, or possibly the early hours of the morning involved a domestic row between a couple in one of the other flats on my floor getting out of hand. The man in his late fifties decided to throw his drug-addict girlfriend out – she declined to leave and the police were brought in by another tenant to take her away. I looked out briefly just to check the young lady I spoke to last night was safe – she was watching at all as astonished and bewildered as I was. At one point, one of six police officers in the narrow corridor mistook a role of kitchen film the male protagonist held for a knife until a colleague corrected him on what looked so obviously un-knife like, though why the man was brandishing a role of cardboard and cling film is unclear. It’s lucky tazers and handcuffs were not employed at that point. The cops were also confused by the corridor timer switches that plunge the corridor into darkness after about a minute. Myself and my friend explained that to them, and then we retired to our rooms. The last I heard, the girl was escorted off the premises and all keys to it were taken off her. She can’t get back in now unless her boyfriend lets her in. Just where she will go at 1.30 am is a mystery to me. Hopefully the police will find somewhere for her to go until she gets something organized. Diary – Sunday 28th August 2016 I was tired after the high drama in the night and the thunderstorms that also went on, but I had to be up early to get things ready for my friends coming from Manchester to help build book cases. It was hard work as each of the four free standing units was very heavy but the three of us managed it, and I spent much of the night adding books to it and lining my DVD’s along the top. I still have six boxes of goods to unpack and find homes for but the flat now looks great and for the first time my books get a full airing and display rather than being stashed away out of sight in boxes, cases and sheds. Arthur Chappell