Christmas morning free coffee and sausage sandwiches: Free Christmas day coffee morning on Tuesday 25th December from 10am-12 midday. There will be sausage sandwiches, tea and coffee, at Telscombe Civic Centre, 360 South Coast Road, Telscombe Cliffs, BN10 7ES. Tel: 01273 589777

Friday, 21st December 2018, 5:00 am
Updated Thursday, 10th January 2019, 9:10 am

Yoga with Natalie Heath: Every Tuesday at 6pm-7pm in Telscombe Civic Centre. Contact Natalie Heath on [email protected], 07738538094

Living Light Pilates: £6.50 per class or class pass for £44 (8 classes + 1 free session) every Monday and Wednesday from 11am-12 pm on Mondays and 9.30-10.30am & 10.30-11.30am on Wednesdays and Friday 9.30am-10.30am in Telscombe Civic Centre. Contact Nicola Murray-Smith, [email protected], 07776 457752

Fitness Pilates: Get fit, tone up, prevent back pain, improve flexibility and posture. Equipment provided, just bring some water. Only £6 per class or £40 for 8 weeks every Monday and Thursday. Mon 9.30-10.30 am. Thurs 7.30-8.30 pm in Telscombe Civic Centre. Contact Jennie Palmer, [email protected], 07825 702775

Citizens Advice: Drop in advice surgery. Advice can also be gained via their website The last Tuesday of each month from 10.30 am to 12.30 pm in Telscombe Civic Centre. Contact Adviceline 03444 111 444

Yoga: Every Monday 7.15-8.15pm in Telscombe Civic Centre. Contact Jane, [email protected], 07703 167895

Little Stars Pre-School Dance Class: Pre-school age 2-4, £3.50 per session every Tuesday from 9.00 - 9.30am in Telscombe Civic Centre. Contact Anneli Smith 07930 490058

Peacehaven & Newhaven Youth Theatre: Your local, friendly drama club with a professional touch. Every Monday 4pm-5pm (ages 5-7), 5pm-6pm (ages 8+) in Telscombe Civic Centre. Contact Zoe Giles, [email protected], 07729 583 264

Footnotes: An invitation to a pre Christmas get together from an old friend and colleague found me on a train bound for London this week. I usually find an excuse not to go to these occasions, as I find the travelling too tiring, but they were picking me up from Victoria and conveying me to their flat in Chelsea, so that made life easier, besides which, I had known them from my student days, and most of my acquaintances from that time have now dropped off the twig. We had an amiable afternoon reminiscing about those happy days and our early struggles in the theatre, and in the evening before I returned to Victoria, they treated me to a run around Chelsea, where I had lived for many years in the past. I was glad someone else was doing the driving, as I would have been totally lost. I once prided myself on saying I could drive anywhere in the Great Wen without recourse to a map, but not anymore I fear. An abundance of new buildings, changed one way streets, etc., left me constantly wondering where exactly we were. However the river remained eternal and little changed from when I used to stroll along its embankment on evenings off. Oh yes the buildings were different, but when we stopped the car and I got out to retrace my steps for a few minutes, there was still Albert Bridge and Battersea Bridge, their early lights twinkling in the distance, with Chelsea Bridge behind me. I remember, once, when my father visited me, we had walked beside the river and he had described how, as a ten year old, he regularly competed with other urchins to swim across the Pool of London and back again. This would have been around 1908 when the river was still busy with traffic. He came from a long line of Londoners and would have been amazed at the changes in his City. All too soon the time came for me to return to the peace and sanctity of my East Sussex home. And with that time of year upon us again, when the talk is all of holly, decorations, turkeys and tinsel, I find myself writing Christmas cards and making shopping lists. Now Chaplin spends all of his time indoors and when he does go out comes back his fur smelling of frost, his paws icy cold. But, the heating is full on, the curtains drawn, the first mince pies gently warming in the oven, so we are ready, and all that remains is for me now is to thank all those who so kindly write, email and telephone me throughout the year to tell me how much they like these little jottings each week and to say that although at present times may appear grim, remember the lines from the Desiderata: ‘With all its sham, drudgery, and broken dreams, it is still a beautiful world. Be cheerful. Strive to be happy.’ And as Tiny Tim says in the immortal A Christmas Carol. ‘God bless us all, each and every one’

Have a very happy and peaceful Christmas and a safe and prosperous New Year.