Not Military In The Slightest

Leicester looks slightly cleaner and a lot more the same as everywhere else. The big shops've moved in. Black and white and dark grey and silver. The holy retail grails. A fuss was made.
The wedding went well, without distraction or bad weather, relaxed except for just before and during the bestmanspeech. Vertigo faced with a hundred and sixty ears. Dessert followed.
Manchester vomits a hotel in my skull. Nextdoor they knocked the Spar down and now the Travelodge must be built. Concrete cacophony versus wednesday hangover. Prune mouth. Webbed eyes. Brain needs wiping.
Switzerland on Friday. A month's work and some mountains.