An explanation can be found here.
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There
is no way through. So, having no dynamite, I must chip my slow way, painfully,
until I can be free. I can smell fresh air and there are bright lights through
the narrow chinks but I am still trapped. Is anyone digging toward me or do I
have to dig my own escape? Again.
Living
history: the past brought back to life. Were the good old days really so great?
Or do we look at them through rose coloured spectacles? Whatever the real
story, the picture painted by modern, interactive museums is attractive. And I
plan to enjoy my old fashioned fish and chips when I visit one today!
The
past is dead, and so is every person in it. So why am I fascinated with history
and all its tales? Do we learn its lessons or are we doomed to repeat mistakes
because of human nature? Should I try to better them or just relax and do what
I want?
I
don’t know.
Every
year I promise myself that I’m not going to go berserk in planning the yule
celebrations and yet each time I wear myself out buying and wrapping presents,
cleaning the house so I can put up decorations, trimming the tree, planning and
cooking meals, and all the hundred other jobs. So – mince pie anyone?
Fifty
five words of seasonal thoughts. What are the essential ingredients for this
time of year? Turkey, mistletoe, pork pie, presents, egg-nog, tree, baubles,
lights, mince pies, candles, cheesy songs, cranberries, crackers, paper chains,
pudding, stocking fillers, trifle, a pair of socks, wrapping paper, chocolate
coins, wine, energy and patience!
So,
have I forgotten anything?
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