Comments on: Jingle hell, jingle hell…

By: Pat Husy

Pat Husy — Fri, 14 Dec 2007 17:40:52 +0000

Hi Andrew just a line to say how much we [my partner Frank and I] miss East London at Christmas
How I long to be with my grandkids on Gonubie beach baking in the sun. We’ve just come in from a long walk up the snowy hills of the pennines the’re beautiful but cold cold cold. How I long for the sun on my back and that blue blue sky.
Happy Christmas to you all and my loved ones I miss you.

By: anon

anon — Fri, 07 Dec 2007 11:39:40 +0000

I will remain anon for this for fear my family may read this. But one christmas a relative bought me a gift for christmas and was so excited to give it to me that she got my hopes up big time. I assumed she had taken my hints and had bought me what I wanted. She told me that when she saw it, she thought it would be the perfect gift for me, she couldn’t resist buying it.

Anyway, this relative managed to get my excitement to such a level that when I got home that christmas eve, I couldn’t wait for christmas day to open the gift. Well, would you know and I’m not kidding here, but it was a door stopper!! I’m not sure why this relative thought I may need a door stopper, but that’s what I got.

My husband looked and me and asked if I had hinted that I wanted a door stopper….. this amongst the laughing and tears running down his face.

I love this relative to bits, but that is a gift which will forever be etched into my memory. And would you know, I still have the doorstopper in my house!!

By: Andrew Trench

Andrew Trench — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 13:21:38 +0000

Hi Duncan. Good to hear from you again. I laughed out loud when I read about your present with Pecks, Roman Creams and the card

By: DaSmith

DaSmith — Thu, 06 Dec 2007 13:12:38 +0000

I know exactly what you mean Andrew, I vividly remember a Christmas many years ago when I received (from a close elderly relative)a bottle of Pecks Anchovy Paste (unopened), a box of Romany Creams (opened and then resealed badly with sellotape) and a card that bore the name of a long lost half-brother.
And only last year when my family descended on our modest flat in London with the Gammon that one member promised to bring, we found the same problem with finding a pot large enough. It was not so much the size of the pot but the size of the gammon which was a whole leg from what must have been the largest pig to ever roam the earth. Well a couple of hours later and the use of various saws and blades from the workshop, we managed to hack it into pieces that would fit into a few pots. It seems like we have only just finished consuming it and we are about to do it all over again.
We still have difficulty in getting used to Christmas when the temperatures are closer zero degrees rather than blistering and we miss the sunshine whilst our daylight dwindles to about 6 hours a day. Maybe it will be a white Christmas this year, not quite the same as white sandy beaches but it may provide more excuses to leave the comfort of the central heating with the promise of a snowball battle.
I hope that Santa is good to you all!