I had a wonderful time at the Christmas Markets today.

There were treats…

A Zippy Father Christmas which would have scared me to death when I was little.

A weird windmill thing (I’m guessing that man is Santa?)

And a singing reindeer which reminded me a little of Stephen Fry

It was fantastic to spend more time with James.

He was telling me how he decided to skip work for the afternoon to come and see me. I hope he doesn’t get in trouble.

Inspired by his complete lack of knowledge of Manchester’s cultural attractions, we’ve arranged to meet up again tomorrow.

I can’t wait. I love the idea of being an unofficial Manchester tour guide.