My wife ran the Manchester marathon this year. My brother, his partner and their 4 year old daughter Norah, my niece, came to watch. As did my wife's sister, her husband, and their 6 year old daughter Isobel, my niece. My brother and his family live in Barnsley, my wife's sister and her family live in Manchester. After the race we all met up in a pub for Sunday lunch. For many years now my sister's wife has been giving the clothes that Isobel has grown out of, but are still in good condition, to us to pass on to Norah. Kids grow up so quickly that they all look brand new. However, this was the first time the two children had met. We were all happy to see that they got on so well. About a month or so later, Norah was staying over at her Nan's, who commented on what a lovely dress she was wearing and asked where she'd gotten it. My 4 year old niece replied, "From a girl I met in a pub in Manchester."
I once had a cracking 12 hours courtesy of a lass I met in a pub in Manchester. Apologies for sullying this thread.
