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
