It is Sunday, and even though it is stormy and wet outside, the GLW will shortly announce that we are going shopping (shopping is the default activity of the GLW). I would prefer to stop at home and do nothing in particular (my default activity) but no doubt the lure of the shops will win this particular tug-of-matrimonial-war before the day is out. I will try suggesting that we should stay in and look at pictures of shops : but I doubt if this approach will be successful.
This is a picture of Halifax market. I can still remember the central fruit and vegetable stall (Max Crossley's) from when I was a young lad, indeed I think I have some old black and white shots taken fifty years ago of almost the same scene. The market was built in the last decade of the nineteenth century and is a spectacular glass and wrought iron construction surrounded - like the decorated edges of a fruit cake - by fine stone buildings. Originally it incorporated three pubs but I seem to think that only one of them remains. Indeed I am not sure if that is still open - I must go and check. "Hello love, do you fancy going to Halifax shopping this afternoon?"