The Christmas Fairs

If only I had listened to myself; in last year's post about the Christmas Fairs, I wrote that "Next year, I'd like to get out to the edges and maybe find some people doing their own thing." but I'd completely forgotten that and arranged to meet to up with some friends in the middle of Manchester. 

It felt a bit odd going along without the Minx - still post-operatively housebound - but we had a good afternoon; lunch at Bundobust, a cursory mooch through the stalls (mostly expensive tat), and then a table and stools where we enjoyed some mulled wine. 

But, tbh, even the mugs don't seem right, this year.

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