Day 171: - Mmmaaannnccchhhesstteeerrr

At least that what the signs says in extras.

Sarah and I took John for his first experience of a Christmas continental street market. In Manchester. Many of the stall holders sounded suspiciously like Liam Gallagher so I not sure how continental they actually were. Anyway, freshly cooked macaroons, crepes, garlic potatoes and stuff drowned in chocolate were all duly consumed, and after a quick trip to the National Football Museum  (which is in the background of this shot) plus several rounds on the carousel (spot Sarah in the panda hat) we drove home feeling nice and sick, and a few quid lighter. 

I had a missed call from Grandpa's mobile at midnight so I am thinking he may not quite have got the hang of it yet.