Christmas market

Today I caught a bus and a train to Winchester with my nut. He was pleased because he likes busses and trains very much, and he was exceptionally good (but then he mostly is).

We were both jolly excited to see Julia again because its been ages, and he had many new angry birds to show her, particularly the advent calendars latest donation, R2D2 egg. It's his best favourite.

Then Jim came up and we perused the Christmas market. It was a stroke of genius because hardly anyone was there and it was lovely. We went on a Saturday last time and if satan himself had popped out of a booth cackling I wouldn't have been surprised.

Anyway, top parenting points to me.