This was not a very good story but the memory of this feeling was deep. You know when you just have a bad day and try to find solace in familiarity. I cycled all the way to my sisters place. After journeying over to the other side of Manchester, I knock on the door. No response. Try again. No hope. That’s it. Nothing much else happened. I was just deeply upset with the outcome. So here is the birth of nobody there.
