You know I love to moan. I have good reason.

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I got to Manchester and into the house we’re staying in, but I feel brutalised. I always feel brutalised after travelling and little wonder. We left the house at 7.30 to drive to the airport and of course all the empty spaces were miles from the terminal. However we zipped through security etc and then came the onslaught of groups of football supporters, families going to Euro Disney, hen parties etc. I still don’t understand why people in groups feel that it’s ok to shout obscenities into the air in public places. Then we flew. It was only for 40 minutes but than sitting across the aisle from me was watching porn on his device and made three bathroom trips in those 40 minutes. And the pilot was quite rough and ready and I hadn’t a clue what he was barking about when he made announcements. I Manchester airport I got my 10,000 steps done getting from the plane to the tram, but eventually we got to the house we’re staying in and I got to lie down. Now I’ve got a very sore back from too much trundling with a heavy suitcase.