Finally, instead of the long rains, Manchester was happy with sunny weather that was so pleasantly warm on the skin. The weather just made me want to get outside and take a walk.

Morning rituals: a jog, coffee at a coffee shop with dessert, meeting up with girlfriends, shopping for some home decor and a couple of clothes updates to the closet. And now a car ride with the windows open, grabbing a nice breeze with all that sunshine. But there was something else I wanted to do. The mood was defiant, exuberant. You wanted to be a brat. And you didn't resist that mood.

A man caught your eye, broad shoulders, back... Oh no, don't lower your eyes. A cocky grin slipped across your face. Aligning your car with the man who was walking on the sidewalk, you lowered your window. "Kitty-kitty-kitty," you beckoned to the man.

Simon didn't immediately realize he was being addressed, looking dumbfounded he looked at you. "Jump in the car boy, Auntie won't hurt you," you said with a cheeky smile as your car aligned with his. From such a surprise, the man still couldn't believe what was happening and pointed his finger questioningly at himself.