Me and grandad

My grandad is really old. I mean, my brother Darragh is old. Then there’s daddy. Then there’s grandad!

I don’t mean that in a bad way, but I’m only a year and a bit old (check the line above, just below the title of this post to see exactly how old I am) and everyone seems old to me.

Grandad isn’t a very ‘photographic’ person, but we caught him today – we happened to be watching West Ham almost beat Manchester United in the FA Cup, and daddy managed to take this one of us together, which is even rarer!

Today was the day that we took down our Christmas tree too as it’s the twelfth night. Daddy thinks this is the ‘proper’ twelfth night, but there’s confusion as…

It is defined by the Shorter Oxford English Dictionary as “the evening of the fifth of January, preceding Twelfth Day, the eve of the Epiphany, formerly the last day of the Christmas festivities and observed as a time of merrymaking”. There is some confusion these days, however, as to which night is Twelfth Night: modern practice is often to regard the night of Epiphany itself (sixth of January) to be Twelfth Night. The older tradition of Twelfth Night being the 5 January stems from the medieval practice of the day beginning at sunset, rather than at midnight as it does now. Thus Twelfth Night falls on 5 January, ahead of Twelfth Day on the 6th.