This week marks the anniversary of a house fire we had some years ago. If you have been in a house fire you will understand how that sticks with you years after. But more about that another time. It did however lead to one of the best Christmas's we have ever had .
Some old friends will remember that Christmas and us ended up living below a brothel for three months whilst the house was rebuilt. It was the first thing I could find at very short notice, with no ware to live. We had no idea that we could have done anything different. By the way I had no idea it was a brothel for the first week or so and no I don't really have a problem with it other then when things disrupted our lives and YES I was that naive.
We walked out of the house in just our night things and the Christmas savings had all gone up in smoke as well the hole lot, every jolly penny of it.
So there we were with three small children living in a basement flat that was freezing. Friends relied round for us helping out in what ever way they could. From one giving us his weekly shopping money to other's turning up with cloths blankets you name it. This was back in the day when things took time to sort out with the insurance company who had to come and asses everything!
So whilst living in this flat we had what I can only describe as the best Christmas ever. Its funny that we all think we need so so much but actually we don't. What we need is the people we love and good friends around us.
So it was a very frugal Christmas with the smallest real tree you could think of. This was stuck on a cardboard box so that it looked even bigger and that large chicken we had was the best. Small cheep gifts kept the children happy and we sat in one room with friend to keep warm around a open fire playing games and generally having a wonderful time.
Know I am not totally sure who or how this came about but one of all the games we played, has always made me smile. Sadly it was only possible to play it in that flat at that time and no ware else.
So the flat consisted of three large rooms on either side of a corridor. With a door at each end. Along one side was the bathroom, Kitchen and lounge. Whilst on the other was the three bedrooms.
As I say the above flat was lived in by three young ladies and this is ware they contributed to our evening entertainment. You could hear them arrive home with a client by the front door going band. Then the clomp, clomp, clomp of there high heels along the corridor.
Well after one or two evenings and a good friend stay we worked out that each rooms bed had a different sound.
One was as such a squeaking mouse, whilst another sounded like a saw going through wood. The last one well lets put it this way, no one was sleeping on that thing as the springs had well and truly GONE.
So our game was intermittent as you will understand and was very dependent on how good a night, upstairs was having.
Needles to say when we heard the front door go bang and then the clomp, clomp; clomp of those heals with a group of us in the flat we ran to the corresponding room that matched the bedroom above. We then stood in the doorway that we thought might be used. After taking our places in the freezing corridor waiting for some times ................... We would give out an almighty shout of YEEEEEEeeeeeS when we won. This continued over the festive season and I have to say is remembered with great fondness. Christmas day games have never been the same since.
Now a days we sit and play manopalie like every one else and still laugh but then thats what Christmas is about in the end. Is it not.
Have a great week on the run up to the festive holiday.
Love hugs and blessing to every one x
Some old friends will remember that Christmas and us ended up living below a brothel for three months whilst the house was rebuilt. It was the first thing I could find at very short notice, with no ware to live. We had no idea that we could have done anything different. By the way I had no idea it was a brothel for the first week or so and no I don't really have a problem with it other then when things disrupted our lives and YES I was that naive.
We walked out of the house in just our night things and the Christmas savings had all gone up in smoke as well the hole lot, every jolly penny of it.
So there we were with three small children living in a basement flat that was freezing. Friends relied round for us helping out in what ever way they could. From one giving us his weekly shopping money to other's turning up with cloths blankets you name it. This was back in the day when things took time to sort out with the insurance company who had to come and asses everything!
So whilst living in this flat we had what I can only describe as the best Christmas ever. Its funny that we all think we need so so much but actually we don't. What we need is the people we love and good friends around us.
So it was a very frugal Christmas with the smallest real tree you could think of. This was stuck on a cardboard box so that it looked even bigger and that large chicken we had was the best. Small cheep gifts kept the children happy and we sat in one room with friend to keep warm around a open fire playing games and generally having a wonderful time.
Know I am not totally sure who or how this came about but one of all the games we played, has always made me smile. Sadly it was only possible to play it in that flat at that time and no ware else.
So the flat consisted of three large rooms on either side of a corridor. With a door at each end. Along one side was the bathroom, Kitchen and lounge. Whilst on the other was the three bedrooms.
As I say the above flat was lived in by three young ladies and this is ware they contributed to our evening entertainment. You could hear them arrive home with a client by the front door going band. Then the clomp, clomp, clomp of there high heels along the corridor.
Well after one or two evenings and a good friend stay we worked out that each rooms bed had a different sound.
One was as such a squeaking mouse, whilst another sounded like a saw going through wood. The last one well lets put it this way, no one was sleeping on that thing as the springs had well and truly GONE.
So our game was intermittent as you will understand and was very dependent on how good a night, upstairs was having.
Needles to say when we heard the front door go bang and then the clomp, clomp; clomp of those heals with a group of us in the flat we ran to the corresponding room that matched the bedroom above. We then stood in the doorway that we thought might be used. After taking our places in the freezing corridor waiting for some times ................... We would give out an almighty shout of YEEEEEEeeeeeS when we won. This continued over the festive season and I have to say is remembered with great fondness. Christmas day games have never been the same since.
Now a days we sit and play manopalie like every one else and still laugh but then thats what Christmas is about in the end. Is it not.
Have a great week on the run up to the festive holiday.
Love hugs and blessing to every one x