This morning I went into Manchester city centre for my appointment with Anthony, the hairdresser.  He too thought that everything is “a notch down”, quieter, people being subdued. I admire the bee tattoo that his colleague had done last week on her upper right arm.  From Cross Street I can see flowers spilling out from St Ann’s Square, the balloons gleaming in the sun.

today the sun shines

on us and the sleeping dog

being shaped from sand