Waiting for the last bus

Up town and a wander through the Christmas market for the first time. I was actually a bit peckish. But just no. I mean £7 for a bratwurst is just taking the pee. Gawd, I’m getting grumpy in my old age.
Later, back up town to the Filmhouse to see Petit Maman. Not a film that divides the critics - they love it! It didn’t divide the SK and me either. At the end we looked at each other, eyes opened wide. Yep that’s 3/10.
Off to meet the boys. MrT runs through his brother’s upcoming funeral - the music, the speeches. The gags. Apparently the brother’s first stage part (he was a wannabe thespian) was as a corpse! Method acting, indeed.