'Can I open it yet?'
They're off out in a minute for a post-Christmas breakfast constitutional but not before completely humiliating me by making me wear this silly Christmas hat. At least it's better than the one they got me two years ago which was 7 (count 'em) sizes too big and fell down over me eyes so I couldn't see a cowin' thing. This one's got a strap and everything!
It's fast approaching 2:00pm and, apart from a line of taxis at the rank waiting more in hope than in expectation, there's hardly a soul about.
Good to see that the Christmas Eve fast-food-hordes have given our street cleaners plenty to do when they report back for work on Saturday.
And, yes, there are (empty) litter bins every ten yards or so. Makes you proud to be British.
Vicky has got the whole of M&S to herself. Shame it's shut.
It won't look like this tomorrow.
David making friends with the only other person on the High Street.
It's only when there's nobody about and so we're not having to concentrate on avoiding bumping in to other folk, or negotiating the fast-food litter and such-like, that we can actually stand back and take in the architecture of the storeys above the shops.
Some of which is quite interesting and older than you might imagine. Or younger.
For Santa, with all his hard work out of the way, the immediate post-Christmas period can be a lonely existence.
So he's grateful that Vicky has rushed over to congratulate him on another job well done.
The buildings of King's School are eerily quiet now the Christmas Service at The Cathedral is over and all choirboy duties are complete.
Another brick in the wall:
The main purpose of our walk is to check out the recently inlaid brick commemorating the level of the 2014 flood.
Incredibly, 2007 was higher.
We demand a re-count!
It's now 3:00pm-ish and the racecourse is as deserted as everywhere else.
Don't dogs get a walk on Christmas Day?
David would like to make it known that he's 'gobba cowd'. But he's not one to draw attention to the fact or mention it on a blog, oh no.
Christmas Italian delights (in the main) come courtesy of several raids made on Carluccio's during the previous months.
'Is it time yet?'
This bucking of the 2:00pm Christmas dinner trend is all very well but David and Emlyn are starting to feel light-headed and beginning to drool.
Vicky keeps saying 'it'll be ready when it's ready!'
At quarter past 6, some people are on the plate. They think it's all over. It is now!
