A Kiss For Christmas

I was chatting to Peter outside one of the shops on Market Square, about cycling as it happened, while he was waiting for his girlfriend Sue to finish her shopping. Just as I asked him if I could take a portrait she emerged from the shop and he insisted on me photographing the two of them. They were clearly smitten.

It's funny how words sometimes just come out of your mouth. I suddenly asked if I could have a kiss for Christmas, and oblivious to the ambiguity of what I had said, they duly obliged in the way I wanted. They were so cute, and actually made a point of telling me that they weren't married ... to each other! Oh the scandals I become privy to here!

Another night out in Leeds with the team, and also some of our external colleagues and their partners. An even more international affair than the last event, which made for a thoroughly stimulating and entertaining evening. But I fear I've eaten a little too much, and also drunk a bit too much. I don't do excess too well these days!