So this is Christmas

Dec 25th. We attended mass at the local church from 10.00 to 11.30, where some lovely corals were sung and a nice homily was delivered by the pastor, who reminded us that 'a bad day was a good day in disguise' (Christopher Reeve). On we went to the Halfacres (our nephew and niece) for distribution of gifts and dinner. There were so many gifts, that it took us over an hour to distribute and appreciate them - both the recipient and the giver enjoyed this activity. Remember we have one grandniece (Olivia Rose 12) and three grandnephews (Harvey, Oscar and Joseph - triplets 10, so there was much excitement- the essence of Christmas is children and from them, an experience of pure love and pristine happiness. Then children grow up and become teenagers and adults and their sense of wonderment and joy is replaced with judgment and cynicism. Too bad, but that seems to be the way of life.
We also had our son Julian and his girlfriend Julie which made the party complete. After many a wee dram and many a tot, we had lunch, prepared by Julie Halfacre, our niece. Here we are at Chez Halfacre's where we had a traditional English Christmas dinner. After dinner we had a quiz on soccer, Coronation street (a British soap) and English politics - my contribution was nil ! Finally around 7.00pm we wound our way back to Squirrel's Nook after a wonderful Christmas. I write this sipping mulled wine and feeling that 'all's right with the world'
Dec 27th. Today we attended the famous 'after Christmas sales'. One has to be strong and fit to participate, let alone benefit from these sales, as there are hundreds of persons, all very seriously trying to find a bargain. The stereotype of a very polite Britisher was exploded; although to be fair, there were as many east Europeans, Indians, Arabs and islanders as there were British. Really not much to buy - London and Europe are very expensive as compared to the US and the variety is limited. We end up buying a few odds and ends and quite a lot of interesting combinations of biscuits (cookies) and chocolates (candy) - condiments are probably the best buy in the UK (excluding the beer and single malt, of course)
We travel home day after tomorrow and just yesterday some Nigerian tried to blow himself up in a plane bound for the US, so the airlines and national security have already stipulated more detailed checks of international passengers. More suffering with questionable results. In the hysteria over providing more security, we are failing to improve security and are just spending a lot of time and money on sophisticated devices. We must adopt an ABC approach and identify a small number of 'A' terrorists and would be terrorists, track them relentlessly and only do random checks on everyone else. Obviously I am hallucinating in thinking anything like this can be observed. Enough - next blog in the US of A

More snow and gridlock

Tuesday 22nd
Yesterday 21st we went out with friends to a local pub for food and a few beers. While there, it began to snow and over the next hour we had a couple of inches. This was enough to bring the entire road, rail and air systems to almost complete stop. It took us over an hour to travel a couple of miles - with gridlock at every roundabout. Then after meeting other friends at the local mall, we tried to take a bus back home to Purley at 7.00pm, and waited for over half an hour in vain, only to be rescued by my bro-in-law who drove down to pick us up (either the buses were stopped or they were all stuck somewhere). This morning's Daily Mail (for one) had 3 inch headlines, "WHY CAN'T WE LEARN TO COPE IN SNOW?" Ah well!
We are out again this evening (you think we would have learned our lesson by now) this time for Vietnamese food in Clapham Jn with Paul and Etsuko Mongomery
Today 23rd we went to a pub in Epson Downs and celebrated my sis-in-law's birthday - see what a big gang we were

Its snow in London

We arrived here on Tuesday 15th night and on Wednesday morning it began to flurry and everything came to a sort of halt. Of course by midday it had cleared. We went into London on Thursday, and, after lunch at M&S with Hazel and Helen, walked down Oxford Street and Regent Street looking at the window decor and the street decorations. Quite festive. We ended up at Trafalgar Square where we heard carols in freezing temperatures. After an hour, we quit and came back to Croydon where we had dinner with Nigella and Brian Kennedy at 'Tiger Tiger' a pub with very, loud music and a curry special - a curry and a drink for £4.99. I had a Madras curry and several lagers - Kronenberg followed by Stella's - beer in the UK is robust, unlike our watery US beers. Then on Friday it really snowed -two to three inches - and everything really came to a halt. Here is what 'Squirrels Nook', the quaint cottage where my in laws live, looks like. We cancelled our program to go into town and hung out at home the whole day, so I got caught up with this blog. Our niece and godchildren came over and hung out for a while and enjoyed them. Tomorrow its carols at St Paul's cathedral and I am looking forward to that.
Sunday 23rd. Attending the family service carols service at St Paul's cathedral was a wonderful experience. St Pauls holds over 2000 persons, we went early and were among the first in, so we had a place very close to the choir, under the dome's massive cupola. I was in awe of the grandeur of the size, the stonework and the painted ceiling. St Pauls was designed by Sir Christopher Wren in the mid 1800's, but service at the site has been going on since AD 604 (per the cathedral's brochure). The choir was Cantate - young men and women - the only choir to win a gold medal at the World Choir games in 2008. The conductor was Michael Kibblewhite, one of the UK's best known choral directors. With this ensemble the singing was exquisite. But enthralled as I was with the music, I was even more impressed with the service, where the dean asked the audience not to quieten their children, because God was a little child and he proceeded to hold a little child above his head and asked all parents who had little children to do the same. He then asked the audience to observe a few moments of silence and listen to the 'sounds of the children'. It was magical; silence punctuated only by children's cries, and calls and murmurs.
Today we went to a local church for a children's Christmas celebration - another wonderful fulfilling experience. Over 50 children, including our grandniece and three grandnephews, participated in singing Christmas carols, reading appropriate passages from the bible and enacting the Christmas story. Another exquisite, soul uplifting experience. Christmas seems to be quintessentially English, and they seem to celebrate it so uniquely, with such a pronounced focus on children

Christmas in the UK

We have been to the UK at least 2o times in the last 30 years, and yet, we have never spent Christmas in there. So this year we decided to be with family and friends in England and are quite excited to be doing so. We want to spend a typical English Christmas and we perceive this to mean English church services and carols at St Pauls and Trafalgar square. We also want to see the lights at Oxford and Regent streets. I read somewhere that the theme this year is Dickens so I want to see where that leads us