Category: CHristmas and new year
In Praise of the Great British Panto
It’s not that the Am Dram performance of Cinderella was bad. It’s just that the appearance of small children dressed as traffic cones was perplexing.
And other observations on the great British Panto.
Things that surprised me about 2014…..
…..in no particular order:
That you all liked Ed Sheeran.
That I liked Taylor Swift.
That breast is best. Unless you are in Claridges.
How much I was saddened by the deaths of Tony Benn and Bob Crow and Peaches Geldof Continue reading
Happy Christmas Nanna
Hi Nanna
How are you?
Thought it might amuse you receiving a sort of Christmas card via this blog thing that I do. Don’t worry – we can always get Dad to help with the computer so you can respond. Actually, I’m not sure even Dad is that great a computer expert….hee hee.
We are doing well. 2014 was good to us. I have the usual regrets of not seeing enough of my favourite people. Life plods on though, eh? Continue reading
This Christmas, Spare a Thought for the Christmas Card. And the Goat.
Got me a goat for Christmas.
A friend posted on Facebook that they weren’t doing Christmas cards this year, but instead they had sponsored a goat.
Thanks to their thoughtfulness that makes me, and all their Facebook buddies, givers not takers. Givers of goats at that!
What a marvellous idea: save money (and trees) that would be spent on cards; buy goats. What’s not to like?
Problem is, I just can’t ditch the cards. Continue reading
Do you believe in Father Christmas? And what do you do when you don’t?
This Christmas, there are three entities with big, white, bushy beards who could join us in our home.
- Grandad
- Father Christmas
- God
Numbers 1 and 2 on the list, I let in willingly and whole heartedly every year. Recently, Number 3 has barely managed to get a foot across the threshold. I think it’s time for a re-think. Continue reading
How to argue. For when the Peace and Goodwill is wearing a little thin.
Peace and Goodwill to all? When I am knee-deep in children and elbow-deep in giblets? Not a chance. For me, Christmas is the perfect time for the perfect argument. Continue reading
