New cases, deaths, recoveries - for those of us in a newsroom, these three Covid statistics are what we process daily. As I pick up the newspaper the next day, the statistics seem personal. I've become part of the story - a 'new case'.
At 7 am, the queues for check-in are long but patience is not in short supply, at least not yet. It's New Year's Day after all and there's a whiff of optimism in the air. Many passengers are bleary eyed, a result of having first stayed up to ring in the new year and then getting out of bed early on a cold winter's day to catch a flight.
This is no ordinary Sunday and today's Great Manchester Run is no ordinary marathon. Each one here has defied the severe threat warning called after the concert carnage and is here to display the famed Northern grit. It's a gamble they are willing to wager to keep the spirit of this inclusive, historic, shaken city aloft.
How many mothers would shepherd a 12-year-old across hundreds of kilometers to watch a 23-year-old tattooed, boy wonder? Plenty, as I discover (with relief) on a plane loaded with enchanted teens and pre-teens undertaking this yatra from Delhi to Mumbai for a darshan of Baba Bieber.
How many mothers would shepherd a 12-year-old across hundreds of kilometers to behold a 23-year-old tattooed, not-so-well behaved boy wonder? Plenty, as I discover (with relief) on a plane load of enchanted teens and pre-teens who are undertaking this yatra from Delhi to Mumbai for a darshan of Baba Bieber.