In My View by Marcia Davis
SUDBURY's new Christmas lights have barely been fired up before the moans have started. Some people believe the Market Hill just looks bare without its (until now) regular, tall Christmas tree at the bottom.
Why couldn't "they" have put one nearer St Peter's if it was such a health and safety hazard, someone asked me in the street. Er, I don't know.
But others say they like the new Old Market Place position for the town tree because it's safely out of the way. It certainly is – I can't say I've even noticed it there yet.
The new white-light fittings do look striking, I reckon, rather than actually jolly, but my only reservation would be that there aren't enough of them! Still, money doesn't grow on Christmas trees.
Whatever your view, I think it's great that towns like Sudbury and Clare (Clare's lights and tree look warm and lovely, as ever) and villages like Long Melford (pretty lights there, too) are bravely keeping their brightly-lit chins up during this long, cheerless, dark economic night.
And the cool blue star-type flashing decoration on top of St Peter's must be such a help to passing 747 pilots lining up for the Stansted stack.
TALKING of Christmas, with five children and the dog all keyed up for some festive wrapping-ripping, my niece Angela has been on eBay, aiming to get more for her money in the presents department.
The postie is a regular visitor with parcels that have to be squirreled quickly away from the littl'uns. Well you know the picture.
Added to this happy scene, Poppy the dog had a squeaky toy – a rubber chicken. Angie's son Dan found it deeply hilarious to stretch the neck, catapult-style, and smack various items around the house with it, accompanied by wheezy squeakings (from the rubber chicken).
Squeak-smack! He hit the banisters. Smack! The front door. Squeak-smack! Bookcase. Mum, school and nursery runs looming, told him to leave the chicken and get his schoolbag.
Too late! Dan, in the way kids do, found his game irresistible. Squeak-smack! Kitchen unit. Ping! Cooker. Squeak-smack! Sink ... Angela, waiting at the front door, erupted.
At plaster-cracking volume, she bawled: "Daniel! Will you stop smacking that CHICKEN!"
At that very moment, the doorbell rang. Red-faced, Angela opened the door ... to the postman. "I won't ask," he said.
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Saturday 04 February 2012
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