At the risk of repeating myself, I need to say (again) that Christmas is not what it used to be. I've been up for an hour and I haven't heard a squeak from outside. I might have expected, at some point, to hear some traffic as people drove back to the family home for Christmas dinner. I've long given up expecting to see and hear children riding up and down the streets on their new bikes; it's more likely they're indoors playing with their iPads. In fact, I couldn't tell you if there are any children living in this street. There's a baby in Number 44 as we sometime hear her crying, and there used to be two boys in the house opposite but we haven't seen them for years.
There's a primary school at the top of the street so there must be some kids in this area but you never see them playing in the street or even in their yards.
One sound I can hear is the sound of garbage trucks. Yes, we're having a garbage collection this Christmas morning. What will be next - the postman? When did we become so blase about things?
It's not like the old days!
Marilyn's just getting breakfast ready: cream cheese and ham on a croissant. What's the world coming to?
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