I was lucky enough to know both maternal grandparents who stayed every Christmas and Easter. Granddad had been injured during the First World War.
Dead on three o clock on Christmas afternoon we all had to assemble to listen to the King or Queen’s speech on the radio
As the National Anthem was played grandad would struggle to stand up bellow out “be upstanding for his Majesty the King” (or Queen) and we were all made to stand for the playing of the National Anthem.
After that apart from a small gift stocking in the morning the excitement of opening presents began
All the men then lit up cigars and I swear I can still smell the aroma. Wonderful days
Would love to hear other grans memories
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Anger management!!! Help needed.
To think that London, or anywhere else for that matter, does not belong to any one demographic
Nicola Sturgeon’s husband Peter Murrell re-arrested over SNP finances.