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 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

Day 346

Like most people, over the years we have accumulated many and diverse Christmas tree decorations, I have all my Mums, all my own, and all Phils from before we met, so I’ve loads to ring the changes with each year and never need to buy any more. But while doing my weekly shop today I noticed this rather sartorially clad tree bauble, hard to resist I thought, so I didn’t 🙂

Day 346 ~ Puss

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 🤣

Thursday Thoughts

I haven’t been blogging for a couple of weeks, though have popped in to everyone else’s blog of course. No Mundanity Monday’s, no Thursday Thoughts here, and no ‘places wot I went to’ on the Universe blog.  Last week I completely lost all motivation to pick up my camera. Would have loved to do some snow scenes but it came and went whist I was at work and then it just turned cold and meh.  On Monday this week I woke up with what people call Manflu and I call a bad cold + chest infection, so am sniffing and coughing my way through the week.  At least it will be over (I hope!) by Christmas.

Ah yes, here it comes again, and my world is split between those ramping it up going bonkers with presents, decorations, parties, shopping, etcetera, etcetera,etcetera, and those who are bah humbugging and grumbling at the commercialisation and having to buy presents when they don’t really want to.  If I analyse it down, the bonkers lot are younger, mainly women, and have kids, and the humbuggers are older, mainly men, whose kids flew the nest long ago, if they had them.  🙂 .

I figure it’s impossible to ignore it, the radio is playing the same old crappy Christmas songs they play every year ad nauseam, the TV is full of crappy Christmas movies I wouldn’t watch if you paid me, and I daren’t even check out the family facebook pages! They’re all on the mad side.

Christmas here at Fraggle Towers will be mostly a quiet affair, we have a tree up now, on the 12th, not the 1st of December

though my decorations are old and worn, there’s still a bit of sparkle going on

We went to Cyprus one year for Christmas, and had dinner in a Chinese restaurant, we were the only ones there, and the lady owner gave us a Christmas decoration for a present.

And though it was nice to be away, there’s really nothing like Christmas dinner at home.  It’s always just me and Phil for Christmas Day, the kids always do their own thing, which is grand. We’ll be having roast leg of lamb and I’ll push the boat out on the veggies to go with it.  Pudding will not be an option, we can’t manage 2 courses these days!

At some point Phil’s kids and grandkids and his sister + hubby will come over for an afternoon and I’ll make a load of vol-au-vents and party food for it, and that’ll be our socialising done!

We don’t do presents, everyone gets money, we figure our grandkids are overloaded with stuff they won’t even remember getting by the week after, so when it’s all over they can have a little spend themselves. Phil and I decided long ago that surprising each other was a pain in the arse and we’d both rather just get what we want when we want it, so birthday and Christmas present became obsolete, and it removes the worry of what to get!  I haven’t posted Christmas cards since forever, think they are a complete waste of paper, I’d rather ring some one up and have a chat.  So on the whole I quite like Christmas, the tree looks pretty, we’ll have a lush dinner and a few glasses of something nice, watch movies that have nothing to do with it, see our loony family for a little while, and have a week off work. Easy peasy lemon squeezy. 🙂

I hope you all have the Christmas that’s perfect for you!