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I didn't get a chance to update my journal regarding the weekend before the operation came along, but it was indeed a fantabulous affair. I met up with jaffacakequeen in Manchester for festive goodness. We went to the European markets which were in town, and had that gluhwein and Dutch waffles and lo, they were good. It's so wonderful to hear the different dialects and accents about (and that's just the other Brits). There was a real sense of community and festiveness about as we rubbed shoulders with Germans, Spaniards, Italians, French, Dutch... I think Manchester is brilliant for hosting the markets. I also learned it's probably best not to trawl the market after that potent German wine because it makes a person make stupid and costly decisions.

At the French market:

Becky: (sees some nice pate) Ooh... c'est combien?
Man: Douze.
Becky: *Hands over £20, starts walking away* Wait... I... seem to have paid my life savings for that pate.
And then, somewhere in my drink-befuddled brain, I realise that douze is twelve. Twelve quid for pate! Uh-oh.

I think that'll be going towards my aunt's Christmas present.

We also went on the Manchester wheel, pics of which I'll post later. It was great to catch up with jaffacakequeen and just relax before this week came about. We also went to the Manchester Natural History museum or whatever it's called, and I picked up a gorgeous amethyst stone and some Egyptian ornaments before being struck by how impossible massive a T-rex was. And now, I shall talk about Narnia, which we went to see and which she knew I'd rant about.

( Becky is no friend of Narnia, by golly gosh. )