HERE COMES THAT FEELING AGAIN
Well God certainly got us all going didn’t he ? It’s nice to know he’s not lost his touch !
Gorgeous sunrise today almost like London was on fire and then suddenly boom, send in the clouds, there has to be clouds, lah, lah, lah, lah, lah.
Do you ever get a waft of magic…
….when I was little, when we were all little, I imagine we all had very few possessions but how much did we love the things we did have ?
I used to get extremely excited about a brand new golf ball. I used to get one for Christmas. A tangerine, an apple and a golf ball, the last three things in my Christmas pillow case, right down at the bottom.
I loved that golf ball. Just thinking about it now makes my tummy go funny like thinking of a past love.
There he was in his wrapper. The Dunlop 65 ddh, his dimples perfect, his skin, soft and shiny, his coat whiter than the freshest snow. This ball was to be my friend, this ball would win me a competition, there was no way this ball could be involved in an ugly shot. I wouldn’t be playing with him for a while yet. It would have to be a special day and of course we would have to prepare ourselves for the chance we might be parted.
Whenever that day would come, as come it must, nobody would know just how special that first tee shot would be, for there would be my ball putting his life on the line, a brave soldier volunteering for the most dangerous of duties. We’d spent many hours together. If I woke up in the morning, there he would be right by my bedside, as I drifted off sleep, he’d be the last thing that I saw .
So why did it all mean so much ?
Because like the golf ball, I felt so little, I felt like the world had no idea how much this golf ball meant to me and how I didn’t have another one and how if I lost him that would be it, he’d be gone for ever, I would have lost my little friend. I felt like the world didn’t understand.
And so, inevitably, the day would come, the feeling would arise that today was the day. And then the shot would come, the duff or the hack or the slice that would cause us to be parted and I would be sad and the rest of the round would mean nothing because he’d be gone, on his own somewhere, deep in the rough grass, left to fend for himself, his shiny white coat beginning the long and painful process of decomposition. I’d betrayed him, I didn’t have to hit him that morning, I could have kept him for ever. I could have handed him on to my grand kids, in my will, the most valuable thing on the list.
The golf ball that was never hit.
But this, I suppose, would have been to have deprived him of what he was meant to be… for a golf ball that was never hit, was never a golf ball at all.
I still miss the little fella though..
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Hi Chris and all!
Well it's been all fun and games today hasn't it!
I've tried dropping hints and downright asking but the boy just doesn't seem to get the hang of letting Father Christmas in on Christmas Eve just to leave a stocking!
It doesn't even need any presents...it's symbolic for me because I always treasured my Christmas Stocking most of all. Although I got presents under the tree too, it made me feel most special that I'd been brought these little bits and pieces just for me to look at and enjoy.
I used to get books, little toys, quality streets, tangerines and nuts stashed in my Christmas (pillow case) stocking. It took me years to try to get mum to let Father Christmas put our nutcrackers in there with the nuts though!
I'd do all the colouring-in in my new colouring-in book, eat the tangerine, eat the choccies...and then sit there in total exasperation with the uncrackable assortment of almonds, brazils, walnuts etc etc for the next 6 hours til we were allowed downstairs.
Treasures...
Actually, DISSING...I'm treasuring the TV you won...I'll give you a tenner for it, and with your new Satnav you could even deliver it to my house....
covet not thy neighbours
love
hazel
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What beats his chest and swings from Christmas cake to Christmas cake?
Tarzipan !
Mum, Can I have a dog for Christmas ?
No you can have turkey like everyone else !
What did the eskimos sing when they got there Christmas dinner ?
"Whalemeat again, don't know where, don't know when " !
What did the big cracker say to the little cracker ?
My pop is bigger than yours !
Who is never hungry at Christmas ?
The turkey - he's always stuffed !
What bird has wings but cannot fly ?
Roast turkey !
Whats the best thing to put into a Christmas cake ?
Your teeth !
We had grandma for Christmas dinner ?
Really, we had turkey !
Whats happens if you eat the Christmas decorations ?
You get tinsel-itus !
What do vampires put on their turkey at Christmas ?
Grave-y !
Hi everyone,
I always used to get an orange, an apple and some choccies in my stocking...
My two dogs have been trying to open their presents so I've had to move them from under the tree! The eldest dog is very cunning and can sniff out doggy prezzies from all the others, though the chocolates get a good sniffing as well. Last year I came home to find she'd opened the presents that I had bought for my friend Sareys dogs and she was playing with the toys with Booboo (my other dog).
The things that I loved to get but always hated using were writing sets... ahhh the smell of good paper (yes I know I'm strange). I used to dream of opening a stationery shop... it's a long way from selling land in the Bahamas but we all had to start somewhere.
Hope everyone's having a great Wednesday!
Luv
Lynda
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So Dr McCrumble did they really want to play golf outside or just on the playstation??
Oh yes Chrissie I too loved the small things I got in my xmas stocking, the tangerine, the walnuts and I did also sometimes get the avon soap on a rope. My parents couldn't afford much whilst I was growing up so I appreciated what I got and treasured items that didn't have to be shared with my younger sister.
Boxing day walks along the beach, kite flying on the hills and games of monopoly or cluedo in front of the fire.
As for golf balls, a walk along Avon Beach in Hampshire gained 30 golf balls washed up by the sea...... was someone practising from a boat or where had they been?
Phoenix
So Dr McCrumble did they really want to play golf outside or just on the playstation??
Oh yes Chrissie I too loved the small things I got in my xmas stocking, the tangerine, the walnuts and I did also sometimes get the avon soap on a rope. My parents couldn't afford much whilst I was growing up so I appreciated what I got and treasured items that didn't have to be shared with my younger sister.
Boxing day walks along the beach, kite flying on the hills and games of monopoly or cluedo in front of the fire.
As for golf balls, a walk along Avon Beach in Hampshire gained 30 golf balls washed up by the sea...... was someone practising from a boat or where had they been?
Phoenix
Evening Christophe and bloggers,
Jumped into my car for the drive home tonight with Ocean Colour Scene playing, wow, had one of those singing at the top of my voice times. Such adrenaline.
Chris, you do write as beautifully as you talk. Saw the sunrise and the sunset today. I always take a moment to stop and contemplate natural beauty, it fills you with the best feeling in the world, like being filled up with wholesomeness?? Anyone know what I mean?
Hope everyone is having a happy hump day. I learnt how to play poker today!
Yes I still get tangerines in my stocking and some chocolate.
Eek Christmas is really round the corner and i'm very very behind!! Help!!
lots of love to you all
Px
Hazel, Really sorry, what with the problems with the blog initially yesterday, I didn't read this section until this morning. Sorry Mrs DD has already found a location for the telly and we haven't even moved to the new house yet! I just hope she doesn't put it where she puts everything else she doesn't want to misplace. I dread it when she says I'll just put it somewhere safe. Somewhere safe seems to be a black hole, because we never see it again!
I like most of you always had a satsuma, an apple, and also an orange in my pillow case most xmas'. Also the feeling of disappointment when you felt a prezzie and it was obviously clothing, but the sense of anticipation when something box shaped came to the pile of mystery gifts.
Best memories, playing monopoly on Christmas afternoon with my mum, dad and little brother, happy times, and the year we got the Atari 2600 games machine and stayed up all night playing a mixture of Space Invaders, Outlaw, Indy500 and Breakout, Mum went to bed at about 2 in the morning and woke up on Boxing Day to find me, Dad and bro playing. Dad said we had all been to bed and got up early to start playing again, truth was we never went to bed. I think she guessed when we all flaked out during The Great Escape at about 4 o'clock.
Oh and my uncle's Christmas parties, that used to start on Christmas Eve and finish on Boxing Day, Friends and relatives would come and go during the period and the kids all ended up crashed out in my cousins bedrooms. Usually there were 15-20 under tens sprawled on the floor.
DD out
PS Oz 230-8. Monty 5fer. C'mon boys!!!
Please may I speak to to Mr Evans if he will let me. Thank You
Hi Chris - lovely story - my passion for golf is on a Par with yours - sorry for the Pun.
Tony