Waitrose car park besmirched, Saturday, 29th November, 2015.

It's that time of year again and the invaders are popping up everywhere.

Victorian Christmas Market, Gloucester Docks, Sunday, 22nd November, 2015.

Off out are we? 

Well, I shall expect several fishy biscuits before you go.

That's it, keep 'em coming.

It's 12:23 and we've arrived.

Very Christmassy.

Aiyeeee! There's millions of shoppers.

Modern local chef on mobile 'phone wanders through Dickensian Players gripping drama oblivious.

Caught red-handed eating summat unhealthy (Gloucester Old Spot Sausage and Onion Roll). Nice.

Helter Skelter jaunty angle jobbie.

Dogs waiting patiently for a tasty morsel.

They did get something eventually.

Our second cuppa tea to keep us going for the journey home.

You can't have a Christmas Fairground without some Gallopers.

Emma the Labradoodle makes friends with the Dickensian Players.

It's 3:30-ish and we're taking the long way back to the car park to avoid the crowds.

What time do you call this? 4:15?

Where's me scran?

Mmmmmm, Ocean Fish. Tasty.

They should go out more often.

Aliens land in Worcester shock! Sunday, 16th November, 2015.

Out for a post-lunch constitutional today and we stumble across The Worcester Royals taking on Warwick Wolves on The Moors in a new-fangled sport called American Football or summat.

The Royals are in white and they scored a 'touch down' at the end of this 'play'. Although the fella didn't actually touch the ball down so it's clearly all bollox.

The Warwick Wolves praying to The Gods Of American Football that they can make a comeback.

They did. They won 27-19 (boo!) - I looked it up.

That's enough of all that. Time to get back to our quiet constitutional.