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Wednesday 2nd May 2007

Village of the damned
Going more by instinct than anything else, I titled this entry. Currently (i.e. this week) I am travelling to Manchester (Piccadilly) in order to attend some Oracle DBA training. On the way there, I pass this huge building site (somewhere between Leyland and Chorley) that has intrigued me, but not much. However, whilst on the train tonight, I overheard (it wasn't difficult) some guy (I think a student) telling his two female friends all about exactly what was going on there. It was only later that night that I could put a name to this development - Buckshaw Village, nestling close to Matrix Park, both things that I had never heard of, up until recently. Further on, as I pass through the various Manchester train stations, there is this incredible building that definitely wasn't there last time I was in Manchester - Beetham Tower.



The Plague
Meanwhile . . . A****** has developed a strange rash over his legs and feet. M**** took him to the doctor this morning but she (the doctor) had no idea what it was and so gave the stock answer, "Probably a virus." Of course, the doctors always ask, "But how is he in himself? Apart from all the physical manifestations, the gangrene, the leprosy, the hemorrhaging, the foul stench, how is he in himself?" How is he in himself? That's what it all comes down to. When I came home, he seemed his usual self . . . running around, talking, shouting, showing off, that kind of thing. And when I said to him, "A******, isn't it bath-time now?", M**** saw him roll his eyes and carry on placing his toy bricks carefully on the floor . . . all usual A****** behaviour. But apparently that wasn't the A****** that M**** had to deal with throughout today. We're still not sure what the skin rash means. The doctor ruled out all the usual culprits and even heat rash, which I had suspected. Ah well.