Tuesday 25th December
As we grow up, and more so now, you realise how precious Christmas Days are, spent in the house you grew up in, and with your parents still around.
By the time I got up the 'bird' (from my uncle) was in the oven and Robert and Lucy had already made a start with something chocolaty they had found under the tree.
We began the day, with a trip to Stow church to take part in the morning service. This was disappointingly bland and without the eagerly anticipated Christmas message, but I don't think anyone noticed. Afterwards, we stood outside and chatted to our 'old' woodwork teacher from Westwood's, Mr Ricketts. We all remember someone who has steered us and influenced how we approach life, and I think this is how Graham feels about Mr Ricketts. You can never thank these people for their guidance, but, to be able to exchange pleasantries once every two years, is something to be cherished...
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