CHRISTMAS TALES - PERSONAL
The Ronettes where playing on the radio, It was Christmas morning. The children were rushing about like they'd had a
Sadly my parents have gone now my Dad when I was only twenty one and my Mum 15 years later but they live on in my memories especially at Christmas.
In the early seventies I was living in an area of Stevenage called Marymead where my mother was the warden at a block of sheltered accommodation flats for the elderly.
It was in the early hours of Christmas morning when I was awoken by a loud crash from the direction of the chimney breast. I look arround and my wife who is a very light sleeper hadn't stirred.