Amy has decorated the gingerbread house. After doing it the conversation went like this:
Amy: Mmmm it's not quite how I envisioned it in my head
Thomas: That looks ugly
Amy: You're ugly
Thomas: You're adopted
Amy: (eating the chimney) Ewww it tastes like ear wax
Thomas: Ewww, how do you know what ear wax tastes like
Amy: No, I mean it tastes like the smell of ear wax
Amy: (having eaten the chimney and part of the roof even though it tastes like the smell of ear wax!) It's OK but I couldn't eat it all in one go
Me: You're not supposed to you fool
With the weather on our side, we took a trip into Manchester to have a look around the Christmas markets.
I can't honestly say it's an enjoyable experience. It's crowded and all you can do is shuffle around in single file which hardly makes it a family experience.
But the stalls look lovely all lit up with their Christmas lights and the aromas from the food stalls are mouth watering, plus they do sell some beautiful things, if you can get close enough to buy any.
We like to go down though and have a wander around. No chance of any photos I'm afraid. Stopping to take a picture is nigh on impossible. You're on the treadmill of moving forward and stopping would cause chaos!
It was very nearly a mishap of a trip. I popped into Waterstones for a couple of stocking fillers and in between paying, being handed the goods, trying to get my carrier bag out of my handbag, taking the receipt and the change, I got to the shop door only to realise I'd left my purse on the counter.
I think somebody was looking down on me because when I got back there it was still where I'd left it, on top of a pile of books, opened up with all my cash and credit cards on view for all the world to see. The queue of customers was massive so it's not as though nobody was around.
There was a big sigh of relief from me and a mental note to be more aware of what I'm doing. The loss of cash would have been bad enough but having to come home and start cancelling credit cards would have really annoyed me.
Anyway, it all ended well, so instead of dwelling on the 'what if' I've poured myself a glass of celebratory champagne and given my guardian angel a grateful thank you that I've still got my purse, cash and cards.