Dickensian Evening, then.

Every year, on this very night, parents head into town with their offspring in order to spend money on plastic things that light up. They do of course come fitted with Eastern Bloc AA batteries that last exactly as long as it takes to walk home...

Sorry, getting ahead of myself.

It was Dickensian Evening tonight, the night when the Xmas lights get switched on by Father Christmas. Yup. The whole town turns out and there's a small fair affair, and food stalls and so on and so forth. It's not quite as cute as it sounds, is it Louise?

There's an annual fuss about festive decor in Wymondham (or lack of) and this year's effort will be no exception. The word they'll be looking for is pfut.

We actually had a not bad time. Got there early, got out early and in between we won two bears and a couple of lollies on the Wymondham Lions stall, Santa's horse-drawn carriage pulled up alongside us, children had a ride on the teacups - you can see from the picture that one loved it, and one, well... you know.