The season of goodwill is upon us! The shops online and in the High Streets are buzzing with Christmas fare. There are 3 for 2 and 50% off, etc, enticing us to spend our hard-earned cash. But I have become more savvy over the years. I now make a list and stick to it with self-inflicted discipline to keep myself from going overboard. I learned my lesson the hard way years ago, and now I am one step ahead of the crafty retailers’ advertising. Seriously, write a list. I do mine around the beginning of August (yes, as early as that). And, bit by bit, I find out what the grandkids have their little hearts set on, except George, who is 7 and will chop and change from one week to the next and start putting money aside when I price things up. The older grandkids all want money, so that is easy, and I begin to put money away for them from the beginning of the year; believe me, you don't notice it so much. Around October, I look at my Christmas decoration...
Ahhh, Sunday again—she’s strutted in with her sunny skies and warm breezes, wearing nothing but good vibes! No coats, no jackets, no boots—just slip on your sandals and let the sunshine kiss your skin. It's one of those glorious days that practically begs for a stroll and a smile.
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As I soak in the warmth, I can’t help but drift back to those dreamy Sundays of the past. I can still smell the roasts wafting from open kitchen windows, each one a delicious signal that it was Sunday roast o’clock on our street. Mum would be cooking up a storm—gravy bubbling, meat roasting—and Dad would be lounging with the Sunday papers, utterly at peace in his armchair kingdom.
Meanwhile, me and my two fabulous sisters, the teenage trio of the sixties, were fully immersed in the latest hits on the radio. Hair teased, eyeliner winged, and minds lost in the wonder of what colour lipstick would turn heads that week—or if that new mini skirt was a bit too mini. (Answer: never!)
Those days may be tucked in a memory drawer now, but they still sparkle every now and again when Sunday rolls around. Fashion, music, and life may change (hello, grandparent life 👵💖), but the magic of those simple, carefree Sundays never fades.
And now? Well, the tradition lives on in my own way. I’m off to peel some potatoes for a roast chicken dinner—yes, the Sunday roast is still alive and sizzling in my kitchen!
Because some things are just too delicious to let go.
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