I generally pass up the rooms with joyful visitors, and instead quickly pop in with a smile and wave concentrating on those without visitors… the ro...ms of those very much alone on Christmas Eve. It is a wonderful experience. The sincere smiles of long widowed old matrons and toothless veterans is all the thanks anyone could ever ask, and with a wink, a small candy cane and a joyful, ‘Ho, Ho, Ho,’ I’ve watched many a heart spring back into a wilted chest to joyfully exclaim, ‘Santa didn’t forget. .. men and woman, sex and all that, how babies are born. I mean I don't know anything about it," the boy finished lamely.Marilyn Goodge took a deep breath, she was a little shocked and embarrassed at her nephew's question but not as much as she thought she would be, after all she was only doing what his mother would have done if she had been there at that moment. What she didn't know, however, was how to put it in terms the boy could understand. She wasn't prepared though for his next. We all piled into Mike’s car (Lisa in the front with Mike, me and Jen either side of Saul). Mike claimed that the walk we were doing today was a stroll in the park. What a joker! It was a short drive to Ambleside, which is a few miles North of Windermere at the head of the lake. Once we parked, he showed us where our walk began: up a steep track. “Honestly,” he said, “The views at the top are magnificent. You won’t be disappointed.” If I hadn’t spent so much of the previous day wet and naked, I. "Oh, it was that Chris Beaker bloke; he said he came straight from the hospital. I don't know why but I knew it was okay to let him in." The Sergeant said but his eyes were still troubled."Let me get this straight. Mr. Chris Beaker - a known maniac - who's been under observation in the mental ward at the hospital, is not only allowed to enter this station, without supervision. He's not logged in?" The Sergeant shook his head — it didn't seem necessary for Chris to sign into the station. "Great!.