Hi everyone. If you didn't check the last few pages of the previous week, it was very busy. I'm going to catch up all the latest posts after dinner.
Hallo Heron! As far as I'm concerned, Christmas is a seasonal ailment. :-) Seriously, take care. And half past three sounds a very respectable time. We used to go to Midnight Mass, then walk home and my mother would cook a huge breakfast. We finally go off to bed around 2:30, but still somehow be awake around 6. Poor parents...
Unknown said: Hallo Heron! As far as I'm concerned, Christmas is a seasonal ailment. :-) Seriously, take care. And half past three sounds a very respectable time. We used to go to Midnight Mass, then walk home and my mother would cook a huge breakfast. We finally go off to bed around 2:30, but still somehow be awake around 6. Poor parents...
That sounds like you lived in Ireland at that time.
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Tiger: You get bold by pressing Control+B, you unbold stuff by doing the same thing. You can also use Control+i for italics and Control+u for underline. You can select a word and do the same thing after the fact. Did not live in Ireland; had Irish Mum and we lived in Watford at the time. Re HIM, I can't imagine what HE was thinking. Note: Doesn't have to be cap B,I or U.
Unknown said: Tiger: You get bold by pressing Control+B, you unbold stuff by doing the same thing. You can also use Control+i for italics and Control+u for underline. You can select a word and do the same thing after the fact. Did not live in Ireland; had Irish Mum and we lived in Watford at the time. Re HIM, I can't imagine what HE was thinking. Note: Doesn't have to be cap B,I or U.
Ah just standard Word code then. Oh well I came quite close. I do not live a million miles from Watford.
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Sorry forgot to mention is my last post. As a slightly older wee boy, we'd head to midnight Mass and I'd end up somehow being able to get by on about two hours sleep between 1.30 and 6am. :-)
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Heron: I remember the church was always freezing cold, but it was so exciting being up and out that late - and to come home to a feast. I bet my poor Mum was hoping we'd sleep late, but no....
When I was growing up on a farm, we would drive 20 mins on dirt roads to Midnight Mass. It was so magical driving by starlight. The kids had been sent to bed early to sleep and woken as late as possible. Curiously when we returned home Father Christmas had left his gifts under the tree. Mum or Dad must have worked fast while the other loaded 5 kids in the car. OG - I'll drop in for the haggis. I love it. Annette - When Himself & I attempt to clear the garage, he wants to throw out all my stuff saved for a rainy day . . . and I want throw out his. So we don't get far.
Just now I am feeling very virtuous - I have just finished my Xmas cards & letters. Earlier I went shopping to stock up on groceries so next week won't be so hectic. <big sigh> I forgot it is now school holidays. The aisles were clogged with small children, pushing trolleys everywhichway. A surprising number of young fathers shopping, most talking on their mobile phones and oblivious to their offsprings' hijinks.
AQ: Oh my, 20 miles on dirt roads; we only had to walk about two miles. We used to leave pillow cases, folded neatly at the bottom of the bed, and somehow our parents snuck in at some point and filled them up. We always got an orange in the pillow case in addition to prezzies. I haven't started any grocery shopping; we're still getting the spare room organized for when my daughter is with us and no schedule on that yet.
Annette - The roads were OK in summer. It was winter when sometimes it was too wet to get up the slight hill near our house. The car would spin & swerve, Dad would swear. Sometimes he could only manage to turn about and go home. Of course that a disappointment for Mum - her only outing for the week. The roads were why we didn't go to school but did our lessons by the Correspondence School.
Got up awful early – tossing and turning since 1am, nosebleed at 6am then a bout of coughing – ah well, can’t win ‘em all!
Tidying garage – I schedule it, he finds a reason to postpone it – end of! Only way to do it is to move house – ‘though I seem to remember having to fit contents of double garage into single when we moved here – that’s why car has never been in!
Didn’t go to midnight service when I was a child – nothing was allowed to interfere with Dad’s bedtime. We had to go at 7am Christmas morning (and Easter) because he refused to go to what he called the “Fashion Parade” at the 8am service! OH and I took our three to midnight from babyhood and then they were allowed to open one thing before going to bed – helped make them sleep later in the morning!!
Paused this (compiling in Word) and had my porridge and prunes – feel ready for the day now!
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