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Previously on "Your best Christmas present?"

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  • MyUserName
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    Originally posted by EternalOptimist View Post
    Last year, I went to stay with my auntie and I went to play by the tip, even though she warned me it was dangerous.
    I strayed too close to the edge an fell down the chalk cliff. I fell through the roof of a shelter which was the cover for some sort of cave. two eyes stared at me from the dark and I realised it was a person, a Neanderthal called stig.
    we became great friends, I helped him cut wood, it warms you twice, light a fire and get him well from his cold.
    It was a super time, the best Chrimbo ever
    Was that before or after he appeared on Top Gear?

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  • EternalOptimist
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    Last year, I went to stay with my auntie and I went to play by the tip, even though she warned me it was dangerous.
    I strayed too close to the edge an fell down the chalk cliff. I fell through the roof of a shelter which was the cover for some sort of cave. two eyes stared at me from the dark and I realised it was a person, a Neanderthal called stig.
    we became great friends, I helped him cut wood, it warms you twice, light a fire and get him well from his cold.
    It was a super time, the best Chrimbo ever

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  • TestMangler
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    A rather surprising one this year from Mrs Mangler, a Gibson Les Paul Std in tobacco sunburst with some really nice hardware upgrades. Well impressed. She must be shagging a guitar expert when I'm at work

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  • xoggoth
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    Got a brill present from an online friend (I published his Kindle novel for him) - a memory stick with thousands of music tracks on it, 32GB of old fart stuff, 50s to 80s.

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  • BrilloPad
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    4 vouchers from MrsBP for various stuff throughout the year.

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  • mudskipper
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    Originally posted by suityou01 View Post
    Merry Christmas MS.
    And to you and yours!

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  • suityou01
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    Originally posted by mudskipper View Post
    Merry Christmas MS.

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  • mudskipper
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    Originally posted by suityou01 View Post
    SY02,3,4,5,6.

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  • suityou01
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    SY02,3,4,5,6.

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  • mudskipper
    started a topic Your best Christmas present?

    Your best Christmas present?

    What was your best Christmas present ever (so far!) ?

    As a kid I loved reading. Rumer Godden's books about a dolls' house were a firm favourite. I desperately wanted a dolls' house - I think I've already shared the tale of the house my dad built for me out of Peter Stuyvesant cigarette cartons, lovingly spray painted submarine grey. Some of Godden's characters were Japanese dolls - Miss Happiness, Miss Flower, and the baby, Little Plum. Can't remember the ins and outs of the tale, but these dolls ended up with a Japanese house - the descriptions in the book were vividly beautiful. Our local library acquired such a dolls' house - every week I would spend a happy hour or so playing with it when we went to change our books. I loved that house.

    I was devastated when we turned up one day and the house had gone. The librarian told me with that it had been sold - some lucky little girl was going to get it for Christmas. The library visits for the next few weeks seemed very flat.

    Anyway, Christmas morning came, and the story has a predictably happy ending - there, in our living room, was the beautiful Japanese dolls' house. The only slightly less-than-perfect element was that I had to share it with my big sister, who had never read the books, and had very different ideas about how the dolls should be played with. Fortunately she lost interest quite quickly, so I was mostly left to my own devices.

    Definitely my most memorable Christmas present - apart, perhaps, from ms#5 who turned up on Christmas Eve causing a lot more trouble than Miss Happiness and Miss Flower ever did

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