Iestyn Edwards Wonders...is it Lumpy or Runny?

   Classic FM will start to play Christmas music tomorrow.  I remember sitting writing years ago, listening to the station, and noticing the silence before a piece was played; the piece being Jesus Christ the Apple Tree. I'd never heard it before and it was immediately one of my favourite pieces of music.  Here it is: https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=iPJBFYuUWvY   I hope you like it.

A Polish crib similar to this one is displayed in St Mary's the Virgin, Grundisburgh. It was made in Kraków.  Responding to being told this, a local woman said,  'Yeah, looks like it!'

An elderly lady on the abandoned railway today tilted her head up and said, to nobody, 'Look at that crow sitting on that branch, like it thinks it's some kind of omen!'

  Nan was sitting in the Solar cafe with granddaughter.  Both wore slacks and fleeces and had the same nose: fleshy, the colour of nictotine- stained cornice and appearing triangular viewed from any angle.  No, nan was saying, she wasn't going to let go of the responsibility for the Christmas biscuits and cakes, even though the process of laying hands on them changed from year to year. No, she certainly wouldn't be disturbed in her usual run up to the Festive season to go all the way to Halesworth...what for?  She didn't care that she would only have to go all that way (quite the whole hour and a quarter) in just the one direction, as Jean would be finishing in Beccles just at the right time and could drive them back.  She might think about going after Christmas, when she could concentrate on it.  What?  No, she would not enjoy toasting marshmallows over the fire with the guard moved when they got back from uncle Peter's on Christmas Day.  Since...

  One woman said, 'Rhonda's become a pescetorian.'   The other asked, 'Is that where they sing those hymns like "The Lord of the Dance"?'