Manchester got nasty tonight
I know this going to sound like a lie, but Manchester had been very (read: suspiciously) dry until the end of October.
Then November hit and everything went downhill.
Temperatures at five degrees celsius rather than 12. Rain rather than no rain. Wind blowing a hoolie. Manchester was suddenly no longer a pleasant place to spend time outdoors.
It was bearable though. Jacket, scarf, gloves on and it was enough to keep you toasty during a short walk.
But tonight the weather went too far. Tonight, Manchester got nasty.
It was looking like a standard winter day until about 4pm. Intermittent rain, bit of a breeze, chilly.
Then at four it went hella dark. Near-nighttime levels of dark.
And then the rain – heavy, pounding.
Followed by lightning.
And its buddy thunder.
And the wind. Eeesh the wind.
It’d calmed by 5:40pm when I left work. It was still freezing and still the wind was blowing strong, but the worst of the storm had passed. I was looking forward to grabbing the tram and getting home at a reasonable time.
Except that didn’t happen.
East Didsbury line suspended.
Tragic.
You can use your ticket or pass on the 42, 141, 142 and 143 bus service.
Even more tragic.
I got home at 7:30pm.
Sometimes, Manchester makes me question why I love it so much.
Thanks for reading Chapter 190!
