Knock at the door

Whatever next!

Dread to think, cheek for anything nowadays.

For once I am speechless!!!!!!!!

The cheek of it You should have asked if they had the appropriate permission from the local authority!!

Couldn't you give them a no return ticket to the fat camp?

- I really enjoyed putting the 'f's in that and would have put more if I could!!!

Oh Nsube I laughed out loud ! Now I have heard everything! I don't like this grinning emoticon, but it seems to fit the bill.

Oh dear. Parenting in the modern age requires people to visit new shores of creativity...

What happened to carol singing... at least you got 2 lines of "we wish you a merry" when they demanded money on the door step

Well you have to admire their nerve or were they just naive ?
Just when you get to a stage in life when you think you have heard it all !!
We haven't had carol singers for many years now, but the we are surrounded by families' of different faiths.

When I was first married, we live near Nottingham. As soon as Halloween and Guy Fawkes were over, the kids from the nearby estate tried it on with carol singing. I told them to come back at Christmas, but they never did.

What cheek !!! the cost of these outdoor decorations are really expensive so they could cover the cost of Fat Camp themselve's.Maybe passing them the odd apple and tangerine would put them on the right path,but they probably not know what fresh fruit was.

That's true glamma. I've often wondered if these people who festoon their houses with decorations and garish lights 'for charity' even cover the costs of the materials, not to mention the electricity they must burn. Is it an unworthy (ie snobbish) thought that the preponderance of these displays is in inverse proportion to the affluence of the district?

Annobel since we moved into our apartment we have had to downsize (how I hate that word) on everything so now we only put up a Christmas tree and some garlands across the cutains poles and small very sentimental bits about the lounge with the regulation holly wreath on the front door that does it for us as we have no children in the house but we are festive enough for when the DGCs come to visit.What I would have spent on extra decoration's goes by way of donation to Claire House Hospice when their appeal opens at the beginning of December for the Tree Light Appeal in memory of loved ones.

Without wishing to appear snobbish, I think you are right Annobel it is definitely the case in certain areas of our town.
Another observation about this time of year, the stories of thefts from under Christmas trees, start appearing from the beginning of December in the local evening paper. Parcels have been stolen and the parents are heartbroken because the children will not now be getting the computer, play station or whatever. I know Christmas is magical but how do colouring books transform into computers once they are wrapped in pretty paper and placed under the tree ?

During the war, Christmas trees were hard (or impossible) to come by. One of my earliest memories is of my father bringing in a big chunk of privet and decorating it. I think there were some lights left over from before the war, but of course they couldn't be allowed to show through any chink in the blackout. And if a bulb went there were no replacements available.

Oh dear! I did have to laugh at that, Nsube! I have this picture in my mind of a couple of 'Vicky Pollards' standing on your doorstep! I know it's not really funny, but you can just imagine them getting ready to go out 'collecting' and deciding what they were going to say when the doors were opened to them!

A bit of quick thinking on their part.. me thinks...
I laughed out loud too!