This Year to Save me from Tears,

We made it to Christmas eve, and pater decided that we should buy the lunch from Bury Market. So off we went, fearing the worst, but pleasantly suprised by the ease with which this was done.

We very much enjoyed the brass band whilst having a stop at Costa coffee.

Then it was over to Wigan to go for a pub lunch with grandad, all good fun. See. Tufty pater hair and stern expression from grandad. But we were actually having a very good time.