Weeks of preparation and all over in about 15 hours. And suddenly we are at Boxing Day and football is back on television. That's Boxing Day that has nothing to do with the pugilistic art.
Here's something that might make you smile, although it's a bit gross and I don't suggest you read this with your breakfast.
Over in Wymondham the grandchildren were captured on What's App getting excited at the presents as they opened the door and Reggie the Dog bounded in whilst over at Eastbourne our new granddaughter was enjoying her first Christmas. On Christmas day Lyla was 11 days old. Apparently she's not walking or talking yet and Father Christmas doesn't really figure in her life. But she is pooing a lot. We know this because we get regular bulletins on the state of nappies etc and the direction of the poo. Told you it was going to be gross.
On Christmas Eve we enjoyed two late evening programmes. There was an interesting plot to Beyond Paradise with a burglar breaking into selected houses to leave gifts rather than steal things. Then we had the 100th edition of Not Going Out which I find very funny which was more than can be said about Bradley Walsh's look at comedy.
He interviewed a number of comedians who told us what sketches and what comedians had them in fits of laughter. Most of the things that had them in hysterics left me completely flat. There was Max Wall - a rather strange man who didn't appear to be very funny to me.
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I'm a firm believer in the idea that everyone has a story to tell. A few days ago I took out from the library a book by Dan Walker about ordinary people with extraordinary stories that he has come across.
In the introduction by Rose Ayling Ellis she mentions how TV presenter Dan is always interested in other people, loving to listen to their stories and it got me thinking about the different people I know.
I know people who only want to talk about themselves. I find them boring. I know people who have a balance between talking about themselves and listening to others and then I know people like Dan who are more interested in listening to other people than talking about themselves.
I'm not sure which category I fall into. I certainly don't like talking about myself verbally but then I do write a lot about me. When I'm doing my two magazines I love listening to people and their stories and I'm hoping to do more of that in 2024.
To me it's vitally important to get people's memories down on paper (or computer). Their memories are part of our heritage. I'll be looking to do quite a lot of that in 2024.
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I don't greatly like the Royal reporter Nicholas Witchell. I refer to him as Nicholas Waffle as he seems to insist on filling his Royal coverage with absolute trivia.
On Christmas morning he told us the stunning revelation that the King's Christmas tree would be replanted after Christmas and that the baubles were bio degradable.
We always get a real tree but it never has roots for obvious reasons. All about money rather than the environment of course. We actually planted a rootless Christmas tree in the garden one year and it lasted quite a few months before it went brown.
Well that's it for today. More about our Christmas Day tomorrow. I'm sure you've got more important things to do than listen to my twitterings.