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11 Dec 2005
I've had a pretty busy weekend, as my parents came up to stay, and we met up with Mr. Bsag's parents (plus our two brothers) for a pre-Christmas dinner on Saturday. On early Friday evening, we wandered around the Frankfurt Christmas Market in Birmingham, and managed to just about eat our own weight in free samples of stollen (fruity, spicy Christmas bread). The lights around the Bullring and the Christmas market looked quite striking, and I put a few photos up on flickr. Then on Saturday, we visited Lichfield for the big lunch, and took a bit of time wandering around the town and the Cathedral. It's a very unusual style of architecture, and is a huge size for such a small town. There's nothing quite as lovely as seeing the low winter sun slanting in through stained glass windows, and warming the stone.
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Ah Stollen! The sugar route to dusty death - eating this will make the health fascists of Suffolk leave you to your own devices should you dare to turn up at Ipswich General Hospital with a heart attack. It melts in your mouth like a condensing cloud, it tickles those taste buds that you thought had atrophied over the years. My wife has banned it from the house lest I further inflate and drift away with the breeze.-----
If I eat any more it won't be drifting I'll be worried about.
by Ant @ 12/12/2005 7:13 pm • Permalink •