The Mancunian Yank

 I should be asleep. I'm exhausted. But my brain is running around like a dog chasing it's tail. I should get back into meditation. I should exercise. I should do a million other things, but I need to sleep, since I have a long day and an early start. So I find myself flicking through Netflix, looking for something to watch that's under sixty minutes and I find myself clicking onto the true crime segment, which I never usually watch, to be honest. The Paedophile Hunter is 59 minutes and for some reason my brain went yep, that'll work to put you to sleep  and so I put it on. I've copied the synopsis from Google: Following controversial online vigilante Stinson Hunter and his associates, who pose as underage children on social networking sites in order to identify and draw out men they assert have paedophilic predilections. For the record I love psychological thriller movies, and can watch them in the dark but I  always shy away from true crime especially anything reg...

 I'm walking home from work and it's been a long 5 hour shift. I work part time as a receptionist at a guest house but the title encompasses far more than just sitting behind a desk and answering the phone.  I not only am partially housekeeping but also the therapist, listener, and general fix it in the building during my shift, which is slightly harder when three of my work colleagues schedule their holidays within the same week, leaving my boss to scramble to cover them and me to take on back to back shifts. You can get paid to do a job but the value in it might not necessarily be found on your bank statement.  Given my ongoing journey to trying to get better mental and physical health I knew I was pushing it taking them on and tried to pace myself for the five day straight work week. Thankfully, I survived it and on the first evening of the return to my regular shift (during our three day heat wave) I felt a bit better on my walk home.  I try to leave my work at w...