Manchester is my home.
It’s been my home for the past 16 years after I left my previous hometown ofPreston.
Age 21, pregnant and madly in love I drove down the M61 to set up home and start a new life inManchester.
Who would have thought that as well as falling in love with one of it’s sons, I would also fall in love with the City.
Manchester is home to me, Preston feels like a distant memory.
My children were born here, I was married here, I went to college and university here and all my jobs have been here.
Yes Manchester– you really are home to me. I like nothing better than taking the tram into the city on a weekend, strolling down Deansgate, sipping coffee and looking at the wonderful buildings.
Today is I love Manchester Day and I for one am in full support of this. I have been wearing my t-shirt with pride and even writing at work with my pen. I would have loved to have stayed in the city tonight for the celebrations – an injury and childcare issues got the better of me.
What a wonderful way to celebrate the city’s response to the terrible riots a couple of weeks ago. It gives the people of Manchester(and our neighbouring Salford) how proud we are of our city.
The celebrations continue well into the weekend with the Pride parades and my highlight will be watching Formula 1’s Jenson Button racing down Deansgate on Bank Holiday Monday.
I am proud of this city, I just hope that the gutter rats who tried to sabotage it will learn some respect and eventually fall in love with the great city too.
I ♥ Manchester.