Day 359

Phil has got all his Mum’s wartime correspondence, a great treasure. His Mum Ethel, her sisters Maureen and Betty, went off to Aldershot to work in the N.A.A.F.I and later Ethel did her nurse training and became a Sister in the Queen Alexander Royal Army Nursing Corps. Betty met her husband Walter, a Canadian, while working in Aldershot, and they got married and ended up in Canada after the war. In 1944 Walter was on his way to Italy, and sent Sister Ethel a Christmas Airmail, which Phil still has. 🙂

Day 359 ~ Christmas 1944

Day 354

Well Christmas is looming, and though it’ll be a very quiet one here (Phil is working) I do like the bling that goes with it. Today my hair & nail lady Kendall came to tart me up a bit, so my hair is all lush and the roots are the same colour as the rest of it 🤣 and I have sparkly-dipped nails. Kendall always asks me to do a picture of the nails for her instagram/facebook business pages, so of course I did, hers is in colour though.

Day 354 ~ bling!

I sometimes wonder if, at the great age I’ve reached, I should just give in to the oncoming decrepitude, but Kendall has been ‘doing’ me every 3 weeks for over 10 years now, and in the chats we have while she works, we have such a good laugh, and know all the ups and downs of each others lives, that I can’t bear to give that up! I’d miss her so much. So onwards ever onwards, I will go to my grave without grey hairs, and sporting sparkly nails. 😀

Day 349

It has become a thing in December, the naughty elf on the shelf. All over social media people are posting photos of the naughty things the elf did. Mostly parents, who do it to entertain their children, but some who just do it for the heck of it.

None of that nonsense at Fraggle Towers.

Day 349 ~ impaled

Tales from Fraggle Towers

It’s THAT time of year, or as Mike at About Britain 

calls it, ‘the festering season’. On the whole, I don’t mind Christmas, it’s not a huge thing for us, but we have a decorated tree with fairy lights, and a smashing dinner, roast lamb with all the trimmings as they say.  

I like to listen to the radio a fair bit throughout the year, I have radio 2 on in the car, and in the background at my clinic, in the kitchen when I’m cooking and in the shed when I’m doing mosaics. Sometimes I change things up and go for Planet Rock, especially when Steve Wright or Jeremy Vine are on (sorry chaps). 

But in December we get the dreaded Christmas songs, Slade still droning on about the future just beginning, for the past 45 years (oh dear lord 45 YEARS!!!)

The Pogues and Kirsty McCall and their not so magical lyrics 

You’re a bum
You’re a punk
You’re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it’s our last

in the Fairytale of New York, yes I know, great song but I’ve heard it at least 20 times already and that’s been the same for 31 years. 

Here at Fraggle Towers we eschew the regular stuff they trot out every year and have our own playlist of special Christmas songs.

So put away your Mariah Carey’s and The Darkness, stomp on your Bing Crosby and Frank Sinatra 45’s and give your ears a treat with our Top 5 that should be on the radio but generally are not.

Starting gently with a little blues/swing

A little honky tonk from Elton

Some great Rock from one of the best bands ever! 

A beautiful romantic ballad with the hugely talented but vastly under-rated Dina Caroll

Lastly, for those with dysfunctional families and a penchant for alcohol a country song that makes me LOL (you don’t have to like country to appreciate the lyrics here!)

So that’s 5 of our extensive alternative Christmas songs, hope you enjoyed them, let me know if you need more 🤣