Advent thoughts

I'm here, my ankle isn't good thanks to a stone that remove the skin and left it looking a bit bloody and battle worn while trudging around in the frost and ice but I'm still around, getting things done as usual.

We're getting set toward Crimbo here, our time of year in lots of ways with memories of Christmas Pasts flooding back as you paw through old address books and find the odd old card from someone who's no longer with us.Things I recall include being trudged around stores to get things for relatives, helping mummy out carrying the bags from department stores like Boots, BHS, M&S and those no longer with us like British Home  Stores and of course Woolworths where if I was a good boy I'd be bought a meal in the restaurant some of these stores had and maybe a gift.

Christmas also could mean competition and things like how it was if you were given a chore to do girls would push in saying they wanted to help but in reality trying to take over so if she tried muscling in here he should be able to say clearly no, this is MY thing to do and if she won't accept it, a firm hand being taken to her.
They need to learn to let boys and men do what it is they can do and have agreed to do without this taking over which you see elsewhere with women so they learn to accept their place.Boys need to learn by mistakes and so don't benefit from having their roles taken off them rather than learning to master them properly.