Let us delve into the past, for a moment. Go back several many years...
For Christmas I got a colouring book, a Christmas themed colouring book. But one with a difference - the pages were a very light plastic material.
The Christmas themed colour-in bits were translucent, like plastic milk bottle plastic, and the page/background was black.
The idea was to colour in the various ornaments, ribbons and pictures, then cut them out to use as "I made it myself!" Christmas decorations. It was sort of DIY stained glass for kids.
I haven't seen anything like them in years. Of course, I haven't looked, but that's not the point. 
The sudden rise in the fashion for colouring books for adults, as opposed to adult colouring books, which I'm sure exist 
reminded me of that book that I owned long ago.
Every year Saint Vincent de Paul set up a small nativity scene at the local shops.
It sits inside a perspex case, on top of a small, sturdy table.
Today, somebody had given it a decent nudge and knocked over one of the Kings.
Now maybe it was an accident, maybe it was teenagers behaving as teenagers do, or maybe it was a Republican, making a subtle statement.
I didn't worry too much about it, but this old lady, in the carpark, obviously took it a little more seriously than I did...
@serendipityricho wrote:HaHa ..Ecar----wonder what the family at Buckinghuge Palace are having
for lunch on xmas day?...................................................................Richo/.
Roast Corgi - Richo.
Think Camilla was supposed to cook.
What I want for (two days before) Christmas.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
It's was as though the the entire local Survivalist community had suddenly discovered that there was a 50% off all canned goods sale, on the eve of an impending Armageddon.
Talk about "Deck the aisles with hordes of housewives...".
It was madness.
Don't these people know that Peace on Earth and Goodwill to all Men isn't only for Friday?
Or on Thursday night, if you do Christmas right.
I can understand people buying fresh fruit and veg, on the 23rd, but the last time I checked, canned goods don't go off in the space of 24 hours.
Yes, I sat in the car with the windows up, and for a solid five minutes said some particularly ungentlemanly things, loudly, and then I drove home, and I'm okay, now.
Merry Christmas.
