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I took my young Cocker out to the training field at 1 pm on Christmas Day. My old school chum Ady went trundling past in his old Ford tractor, food & water bowser on the back to feed his 24 Herefords. He had already checked the next batch of 15 thousand turkeys at 6 am... No rest for a stockman.
 
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I spent christmas lunch sitting opposite my mate the farmer,
we were invited to his family only lunch,
16 family and us two,
I suppose I am a sort of uncle to the kids and grandkids,
 
I did a voluntary Christmas Day shift 6pm to 10pm on the single manned reception desk cum switchboard at the then still operating Towers Hospital in Leicester. They asked for staff from other departments "in the estate" to volunteer. Well you did get triple pay. Still, just remaining open, and the last of what in its day had been the two local old school "insane asylums". It had one of the still, at the time, longest corridors in the NHS hospital inventory. Which had side corridors leading off and was not straight but a series of slight turns. It was pretty much like working at a building laid out like the hotel in "The Shining" for four hours as the corridors at night were not kept lit. And you had to do two fire safety check walks to check doors and etc. So, yes, it isn't just those on the land that work Christmas Day and, as said, at least they are on home ground and with family.
 
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We don't all spend it with loved ones when farming family members often work for different farmers so may not get home, my daughter is on the other side of the world at the moment(her choice ,credit to her like many of her friends at the moment) your only young once.
 
We don't all spend it with loved ones when farming family members often work for different farmers so may not get home, my daughter is on the other side of the world at the moment(her choice ,credit to her like many of her friends at the moment) your only young once.
Tell me about it! First Christmas without our Daughter but she's having a great time being paid more than a UK History Teacher to wax lyrical about Hamilton Island!
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I was at the coal face yesterday and today and every day for the next month so same 💩different day 😂
I did not know there are coal mines in Norfolk.

I grew up in 1960's Tyneside and mining was a major employer. The NCB had regular recruitment drives and the boys in my school class went down a local pit as part of a geography lesson/recruitment effort. One of my uncles worked underground at that particular pit, the Rising Sun in Wallsend. The day visit which included a real coal face was enough to convince me and all of my class mates that mining was not for us. Hats off to those who can and do work in that hot, dark, dangerous environment. RIP Uncle Alex McDonald.
 
I did not know there are coal mines in Norfolk.

I grew up in 1960's Tyneside and mining was a major employer. The NCB had regular recruitment drives and the boys in my school class went down a local pit as part of a geography lesson/recruitment effort. One of my uncles worked underground at that particular pit, the Rising Sun in Wallsend. The day visit which included a real coal face was enough to convince me and all of my class mates that mining was not for us. Hats off to those who can and do work in that hot, dark, dangerous environment. RIP Uncle Alex McDonald.
The rising sun is a country park now with deer on it
We will never see the likes of your uncle Alex again very few miners left now & the ones that are left are in poor health due to life below ground
 
RAF is perhaps different now. My neighbour's son is RAF. He is home at weekends and has 2 weeks off for christmas. :)
Indeed it is - my first Christmas Day after finishing all my professional engineering training (18 months) after Initial Officer Training was spent as the duty shift engineering officer on A line at RAF Lyneham. There were only 4 of us in the mess that night (duty engineers, ATC and a doctor) with our own chef, steward and a barman. I did slip out (with permission) to take my mother to midnight mass at Old Sodbury church - a different world then as I did it in uniform. The following year, I was in the Falklands serving Christmas dinner to the troops in the tin shed that served as the communal messing facility at RAF Stanley. All, a long, long time ago :confused:
 
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