Afternoon storms.
Hugs with visiting aunts and uncles.
Being impatient together with your Great-Grandfather on Christmas Eve.
Christmas light hunting.
Waking at dawn to open presents from Santa. (I hope the photo conveys sufficient bleary-eyed-ness).
Having the good sense to make my contribution a fromage plate (which I baked myself using my credit card and The Bruny Island Cheese Club).
Cherry candles on sticky date puddings (baked by my brother, without a credit card in sight).
Unfolding and unwinding into a Boxing Day BBQ.
OMG, that dining room scene: that’s me. Even today when we eat with inlaws-without-digestive-clocks, my husband will take a timelapse of the meal, the waiting, the distracted coming and goings, the ‘I’ll just do this’ folk, and I am the only thing that doesn’t move as I wait for dinner. Not allowed to help. Not allowed to move (coz then noone knows it’s dinnertime). Consigned to signify that dinner is not yet served. I blame my mum and her timely cooking.
Awesome pudding, BTW.
Do I dare share that the Child of the house wasn’t up until after 8 on Christmas morning and even then we had to wake her up.
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Ooh, you had Bruny Island cheese for Xmas too! Scrum yum yum.
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