A quiet life.

I have never searched for fame or riches. I'm one of those people who has always been happy to blend into the background, do my own thing, and hopefully live a pleasant life.

With Christmas now behind us, it has made me think of my life's priorities, and to me there is nothing more important than 'family'.

These days I can think of no greater pleasure than sitting down with my children and grandchildren, and eating and drinking, and enjoying good laughter-filled conversation (preferably outdoors in sunshine).

Knowing that one has raised one's children to be good and successful citizens is the best feeling.

This photo was taken chez nous last Summer (by Lady M) in S France. It pictures me, Wills, Kimbo, and Boo Boo, enjoying a few glasses of Champagne; as we do! 

One of my greatest pleasures as a father, was discovering that my children all have a very fine sense of humour. I cannot abide humourless people. Looking at that lovely smile on Boo Boo's face suggests that my grandsons have also inherited the quality. A good sense of humour, and a love of good food and wine, are far more important in life than £Millions in the bank or a 1st from Balliol. 

Believe me; it's true!

 

New 2025 Citroën 2CV FINALLY Launched!

Way back in the 70's, I owned a blue 2CV; I loved it.

So when, a few years ago, I heard that Citroen were going to re-launch them, I was quite excited.

Having looked at this video it looks as if it's going to be quite a faithful reproduction. The interior looks more luxurious, but otherwise it looks very similar to my old corrugated tin box on wheels.

I once informed a neighbour that I was going to drive to England and back in my 2CV. She said "You'll never make it, you'll never make it". I did!

It's the only car I've ever regretted selling.

“Mr. Sandman" A Retro Jazzy Living Room Cover

Mr Sandman is such a good tune, and these musicians and the singer are all excellent.

Good work!

The REAL Christmas

It's Christmas morning, around 5.30 am. I've grabbed a bacon sandwich, posted my day's blog, and then consulted my 'logistics' list. On the very top was 'Lay Table', and 'Prepare Sprouts'. 

Then; make Stuffing, make Pigs-in-Blankets, peel a few Potatoes, get the Sauce started (with giblets), and finally prepare the Turkey. Breathe deeply. Take Billy for a walk.  

En route for the park we meet two Fox Cubs (shy one out of picture). Billy looks at them for a while, exchanges secret Canine patois, then wishes them a happy Christmas. The park is almost empty. I liberate a couple of sprigs of berry-less Holly, and head for home. Back indoors it's warm, and already smells Christmassy.

The exchanging of gifts is, of course, a vital part of Christmas, so when our guests have arrived, we open Champagne (of course), eat Smoked Salmon and Caviar on Ritz Crackers, then make a start on the huge pile of presents that are clustered beneath our piss-poor excuse for a tree.  

In between time, I am rushing around betwixt the sitting Room and the Kitchen, trying to keep an eye on the timing of Turkey, Sprouts, Spuds, Sauce, Stuffing, etc.

Christmas isn't Christmas for me without 'Carols from Kings'. We were out on Wednesday night so I have had to watch it on iPlayer. Wonderful as usual. I noticed a surfeit of 'Asian' choristers this year. I wonder why?

We sat down to eat just after 1 pm. All went well, and our Tummies groaned. Far too much of everything; but that's what it's all about.

Only 364 days to go, and we'll do it all again (if we're saved). I love it. It's my favourite day of the year. 

HAPPY CHRISTMAS.

It's here again. To all my dear friends in Cyber World, may I wish you all a very joyous day, plenty of what you desire, and no hangovers for tomorrow.

May 2026 be peaceful, productive and purposeful for us all.

Very best wishes, Cro and family xx.

Chris Rea ~ Driving Home For Christmas (1986)

As most of you will know, Chris Rea died on Monday.

This, his most famous song, will always be synonymous with Christmas. RIP Chris; and thank you!

Winter Camping

When we returned from France at the beginning of September, these tents were illegally pitched in the Church's Rest Garden where I walk with Billy every day; and they are still there. They probably could have chosen a better location, and a more suitable colour for their tents, but the occupiers obviously enjoy being there.

As opposed to a few, I have no real problem with them. As long as they don't leave their litter, stolen bikes, and used needles everywhere; they do no lasting harm.

Camping is OK in Summer, but I wouldn't be wanting to live in a small tent in the Winter. Two of the men have dogs, but the others are by themselves.

Usually at this time of year such people go home to parents, siblings, etc. But so far they are still braving the elements. No doubt they will go somewhere for Christmas Day, and it'll be interesting to see if they return.

I have tried camping on a couple of occasions, but I must admit; it's not for me! Give me a proper bed any day!

Because the Rest Garden is owned by the Church, no-one seems to be doing anything about this pop-up Camp Site. Others come and go, and there was recently a BIG tent pitched there. If nothing is done, it could soon get out of hand.

OK, they do leave SOME rubbish around, but I always keep a plastic bag in my back pocket, and I do what they were obviously never taught to do; and I pick it up!