I moved offices again at work. I’m no longer able to look out of the window as I sit with my back to the one in my new location. This I have decided is no bad thing because when it’s raining I can’t tell. This is good for the soul because there’s nothing more depressing than looking over a grey, bleak and wet city. This year seems to have gone pretty much from Spring to Autumn with only two weeks of summer in Manchester, when of course I wasn’t here. Talking of which I almost wasn’t here after this morning when on the way to work I was cut up by a Stagecoach bus on Oxford Road. I remember why I never ride in that way now. I have a near miss almost everytime I ride to work along Europe’s busiest bus route.