I’m persisting with my current Modus Operandi of not providing much in the way of fresh content, by dredging up old stuff. As I continue to eat my way through ChristMonth, I can lift my fat fingers up off the keyboard little more than I can lift my fat arse off the sofa. All my energy is expended reaching for yet another cherry liqueur chocolate, so don’t be expecting me to tappy typey words if I don’t have to.
Keeping with the Christmas theme though, here is my very first blog post. My very first blog post EVER. Something personal and poignant. And one that includes a photo of me WITHOUT my face blocked. I’m the little one on the left.
‘Home is an invisible bond. A place? A time? A person? Not always a roof. Always a feeling.’
Sausage sandwiches. Even now, all these decades later, a sausage sandwich will transport me back to the kitchenette of a two-up two-down ‘up home’. Hilarious really, as having been a vegetarian for over three of those decades, the sausages are no longer ‘real’, but Oh My the memory is! Then, as now, dripping with red sauce and a bit of grease from the butter. Down the chin! And my introduction to the sausage sandwich? My Grandma. My Big Grandma. So called as to distinguish her from my Little Grandma. There were never any political correctness considerations. It was a physical fact.
So me and my Big Grandma cooking up sausage sandwiches for breakfast. Through my eyes, it was a ‘Coronation Street’ house. Backyard, coal bunker, outside loo, rag-and-bone man in the alley plying his trade. Going ‘up home’ and staying with my Big Grandma was Christmas…
Thankyou (and sorry for the repeats 😉 ). Home is definitely a feeling, often magnified at emotional times such as Christmas. Thankyou for stopping by 🙂
Tis the season to be sombre. Hope your reflections include some happy memories. But tis NOT the season to be sober, so a Merry Christmas will be had. Best wishes backatcha babe 🙂
Home is where the chipolata butty is? Nothing wrong with recycling older blogs, and nice to do it with your first one. I’m enjoying a ieisurely trawl through the older posts.
Thankyou. I think it’s useful to re-present some older stuff that people may not have stumbled across, or for new followers to get an idea of what they’re really letting themselves in for 😉. Thankyou so much for taking the time and trouble to have a nosey around. I really appreciate the reads and the comments. 😊
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Grandparents are xmas.
An invisible bond, yes. Love this.
Merry xmas, hun.
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Some bonds never age or weaken with time do they? Thankyou so much for reading. Merry Christmas to you too. 🙂
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Which is good.
Thank you.
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I liked it then, I like it still. Home is something we know when we see it, or feel it.
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Thankyou (and sorry for the repeats 😉 ). Home is definitely a feeling, often magnified at emotional times such as Christmas. Thankyou for stopping by 🙂
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I’ve been reflecting a lot this week, too. It must be the season 🙂 Merry Christmas lovely, bestest wishes xxx
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Tis the season to be sombre. Hope your reflections include some happy memories. But tis NOT the season to be sober, so a Merry Christmas will be had. Best wishes backatcha babe 🙂
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Home is where the chipolata butty is? Nothing wrong with recycling older blogs, and nice to do it with your first one. I’m enjoying a ieisurely trawl through the older posts.
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Thankyou. I think it’s useful to re-present some older stuff that people may not have stumbled across, or for new followers to get an idea of what they’re really letting themselves in for 😉. Thankyou so much for taking the time and trouble to have a nosey around. I really appreciate the reads and the comments. 😊
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