Friday, 26 December 2025

A Sofa Load of Mischief

 I don't share photos of the grandchildren very often. It doesn't seem like a good idea in the scary world we live in nowadays. 

Just once or twice a year when they are all together. This is Christmas Eve when  all three families descended on me to sort out what was happening on Christmas Day and who needed to take what to the holiday cottage where the Surrey family are staying.



Getting five to sit still, look at the camera and smile all at the same time is impossible!

What a lucky Nanna I am.


Thank you to everyone for Happy Christmas wishes yesterday.

Thursday, 25 December 2025

Happy Christmas!

Sending Happy Christmas Wishes to everyone who pops in to read my ramblings.





A little bit of weather lore

If Christmas day on a Thursday be,
A windy winter you shall see;
Windy weather in each week,
And hard tempests, strong and thick;
The summer shall be good and dry,
Corn and beasts shall multiply..

A little bit of history

Christmas wasn't celebrated in the early church. It was the year 336 or 354AD (depending where you find the information) when the Nativity was officially celebrated in Rome on December 25th. The true date and the year of Christ's birth are not really known, but probably between 4 and 11 years earlier.
Christ was born 'in the days when Herod was king of Judaea' but  Herod died in 4BC. He was also born at a time when  'there went out a decree from Caesar Augustus that all the world should be taxed'. Historians date this census at some point in the years 7-11BC.

But either way we've been celebrating the birth for a Very long time.


Hope you have a good celebration today wherever you are and whatever you are doing.


I have a feeling that by the end of the day celebrating with my family I'll be needing a quiet Boxing Day!


Wednesday, 24 December 2025

Christmas Eve

The Oxen

Christmas Eve, and twelve of the clock.
'Now they are all on their knees,'
An elder said as we sat in a flock
By the embers in hearthside ease.

We pictured the meek mild creatures where
They dwelt in their strawy pen,
Nor did it occur to one of us there
To doubt they were kneeling then.

So fair a fancy few would weave
In these years! Yet I feel
If someone said on Christmas Eve, 
Come see the oxen kneel

'In the lonely barton by yonder coomb
Our childhood used to know,'
I should go with him in the gloom,
Hoping it might be so.

Thomas Hardy



Every year these appear on the green near the village hall  where we do our Keep Moving Group - and each year there are more.



Why did Father Christmas need so many umbrellas?

It was because of the rein deer!


Michael Bublé reads The Visit from St Nicholas - now often known as The Night Before Christmas




Yesterday the coffee in the advent  calendar was the Cinnamon - I gave it a sniff and decided not to try it - cinnamon is not one of my favourite spices. And I forgot to say there was an empty section one day last week which was why there were two sachets in one section the week before.

Had visitors all at once yesterday morning as I was cooking the ham and about to make cheese straws for EGS. Because he was so poorly as a baby before the first operation and then again later before his second he had several years when he was never hungry - so odd for a growing boy - but could always manage the cheese straws at Nanna's. Now I make some for each time they are in Suffolk. 

Sister in Law was here as I was putting the honey and mustard on the fat edge of  ham before finishing it off in the oven - she said she'd never seen that before - but it's what I've done for ever and I said my cheese straw recipe involves adding grated cheese to the rolled out dough, folding over and repeating before cutting and baking and she'd not heard of that before either. Funny how we all do different.

YD and EGD came over later on their way to staying with Eldest Daughter in the holiday cottage, it was a good thing I had the ham cooked so I had something to give them for lunch - this is why I have to have things in for all eventualities. All my children tend to organise themselves and their families and forget to tell me what they are doing!