‘Blowing hot and cold’ is the theme for today’s blog. It starts with Kevin feeling cold and then burning his nose (don’t ask!). Then I’m curious to know if kids are blowing hot and cold with the age old tradition of carol singing.
So to start with blowing hot and cold…
There I was enjoying the lovely sunshine in the kitchen yesterday morning and thinking how nice it was to see the sun again after the last few days of rough weather. It was lovely and warm inside as well, but Kevin didn’t think so. I’d left the heating off as I was so enjoying sitting at the kitchen table having a cuppa in the sunshine.
Kevin thought otherwise, so when we all trooped upstairs for lunch, he sat at the table moaning that he was frozen. I told him to turn the heating on when he went downstairs to make a drink. But what did he do? He came back upstairs with an extra fleecy on top of the one he was wearing and with gloves on! Now the house definitely wasn’t that cold although when the sun went in it was a bit more chilly. So we put the heating on straight away, before our little ‘treasure’ froze to death. Oh and by the way, he ate his dinner with his gloves on. I think he was trying to make a point!
How to burn your nose
While we were eating lunch, he asked the question ‘do you want to know how I burnt my nose this morning’? So there we all were trying to see which part of his nose he had burnt as there was no obvious sign of an injury when he told us. He had come into the kitchen waving a handkerchief covered in blood as though he was surrendering to something (I don’t know what though). So I guessed that his nose had bled, which it does every now and again. Then he told us what he’d done.
Apparently, he’d got his breakfast along with a nice cup of tea (I still can’t understand why we always say a nice cup of tea but there you go). By this time, his nose had started to bleed so he stuffed cotton wool up his nostrils while he had his breakfast.
Then came his big mistake. He had a good slurp of tea which somehow had managed to dip into the cotton wool. It acted like a wick, the tea shot up his nose and burnt the inside of it! Talk about laughing at him, there’s only our Kevin who would do that!!
Are kids blowing hot and cold with the age old tradition of carol singing?
To change the subject from our daft house, I was thinking yesterday about when I was young and we went carol singing.
I don’t know whether other people get carol singers coming to their door, but we’ve not had any since we moved here some years ago. It made me wonder if it had died out like other customs at Christmas, or did they just not venture on to the seafront.
When I was little, me and a friend would go carol singing every year to try and get a few pennies to spend. The old pennies might I add, before the new ones came in! Off we went with our homemade lantern, which was a candle stuck in a jam jar with string round the neck for a handle. We’d sing our hearts out to the neighbours that we knew we had a chance of getting a penny or two from.
Back in those days, we didn’t have pocket money and weren’t given money by our parents. So if we wanted money we had to be inventive. Off to the neighbours we went to give them a good old rendition of Silent Night, followed by ‘we wish you a merry Christmas’, and the rest that we went through.
Improving your singing skills!
If we sang nicely we usually got paid but some children didn’t and they got nothing so it made you hone your singing skills, I might tell you. The pleasure I got from those few pennies that were all mine was immeasurable. I could spend it on just what I wanted, usually a trip to the local stationers to buy some cartridge paper which I loved. Along with a packet containing glittery stars of all colours and lots of lovely shiny shapes that you could stick on paper and make lovely pictures.
We always went off on our own into the dark, although earlier in the evening usually just as it went dark. My mum never came with me or worried that I would get kidnapped or anything. It’s such a shame that parents today have to worry about letting children do such things, and how times have changed.
We only had the odd gas lamp to light the road up and it was very gloomy I can tell you, especially as our road was a cul-de-sac with three little cul-de-sac avenues off it, which weren’t lit up at all. It did scare me in the dark, but the need to earn my own pocket money sent me hurtling round the neighbours without a hint of fear.
It just made we wonder if it’s well and truly died out as a Christmas custom. Maybe someone can tell me!
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