We went to the Trafford Centre today. I haven't been there with Eileen for years as it gets very crowded on a weekend. But hey, this was Friday, it wasn't that busy and we wandered around the various shops, bought some fabulous wood and ceramic spice drawers and distressed cream metal birdcages from The Pier, had lunch in Selfridges, coffee in Starbucks and altogether a lovely day. After picking Josh up from school, we relaxed at home until it was time to head into the centre for the concert. It is even longer since I have been into Manchester itself...well as long as you don't count the train station! I hardly recognised it, the last time I was there was before the bomb. I was really surprised to see a big wheel, similar but smaller than the London Eye, just in the streets. We were a little early so I dragged Eileen into Primark; a very new experience for my sister. By the time we had finished (and the store was far nicer than the one in Watford) we were just a little late for the concert. So loaded down with a very large bag filled with tee-shirts, we pretty much ran the rest of the way to the Arena.
It was so funny when we arrived; we were up in the Gods, maybe six rows from the top. I had to hang onto the staircase bars as we made our way to our seats. I felt like I was going to fall over it was so steep, but I was amused to see that others coming in after us were doing just the same. So we sat there with our lukewarm wine in plastic beakers and salt and vinegar crisps, looking the height of sophistication waiting for Il Divo to come on. Il Divo were just fab. I am just amazed that four guys can sing like they do, they filled the Arena with song after song from their albums and at least one brand new one. Their backing band and orchestra were fab as well. An amazing night that ended all to quickly.
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