Hosting family Christmases.
I was so lucky as a child as we always went to my maternal grandparents who hosted about 20 of us, their 5 children and partners and around 10 grandchildren (depending on the year!). Heaps of food, a vast pantry of homemade accompaniments (her pickled onions and horseradish were legendary), and, best of all, family parlour games from, I guess, the twenties and thirties. Tip-it, anyone?
I am sorry that times are a-changing for you, Kaimoana. Good reason for despondency🌷. But pleased your anniversary celebrations went swimmingly.
I hope that Doodle had a good day, that Cherry has surfaced in better health and that Grammaretto's firings went well. Was it an all nighter?
DS had asked whether I had booked my usual delivery slot with Sainsbury's this morning, 11- 12. He then pointed out that this might well jeopardise any attempts to honour the two minute national silence for Remembrance Sunday. How delighted I was to see the van arrive close to 11am, park away from the drive and sit, motionless for two minutes. Only a young chap, I queried whether that was company policy. Apparently not, he was always moved by the pomp and circumstance of the occasion and the deep significance of the respectful silence.
You've no idea, sadly, how difficult it is to find a channel, on line, to send bouquets as opposed to brickbats. In the end, I had to enter a 'complaint' to ask for this young man's thoughtfulness to be brought to the attention of his senior managers. I await a response, if any.
In addition to that, I turned on the tv to come across the last 10 minutes of the film 'War Horse'. That was me done for. Fit for nothing through the tears...