My feet are killing me!

I was back in Manchester, yet again, looking for a couple of small gifts to give my son with his birthday money.

He will be 15 tomorrow and he's incredibly difficult to buy for, and he insists he doesn't want anything else but money. But, I don't want him to have nothing at all to open, so around I tramped, umming and ahhhing. I finally settled on a couple of small things that he will find useful and hopefully like!

I know I've mentioned before about how difficult clothes shopping is with my son, but I really think that a personal shopper for teenage boys would be a great idea. I could go and get a coffee and cake, while a stranger (preferably a good looking young woman) with oodles more fashion sense than his Mum, takes him around the shop and makes up an outfit. He'd be way too polite to moan and groan like he does when he's with me, and he might actually come home with something he's happy with!

My feet are killing me, but how can I complain, when everytime I go into Manchester I see something new in the old buildings there. I did peep in through the windows of Mr Thomas's Chop House (blipped earlier this week) and it looks quaint and compact.

I've taken shots of The Old Wellington Inn before, but not on it's own or this close up. It used to be in Shambles Square with Sinclairs Oyster House, until both pubs were moved to their present home a short distance away.