Christmas and the aftermaths

[hnpcc]

The whole purpose of 40oC days is, of course, to allow you to wash the doonas, sheets, pillows and pillow cases and get them dry before you need them again at the end of the day.

So that's what I'm doing.

And possibly going down the beach, I haven't really decided yet.

Christmas was good, went up to Dean's parents for lunch and then my family arrived here for tea. A very late tea, as all of us were still full from lunch (although I didn't actually eat that much). Not that that stopped anyone from snacking on the chips and lollies while we were opening presents though.

Boxing Day we split off into small family groups - my Mum and one sister went to see what, if any, bridal shops were open, my Dad and my sister's fiance went off to the Test match, my other sister and myself went to buy her Christmas present from me at the sales (I'm not cheap, I'm frugal - and I needed her with me so I could get the right size/colour etc) and Dean and her fiance set up the new DVD player that Dean got me for Christmas (no self-interest there at all... ;-))

Saturday I met up with another friend and went to Chaddy for the sales. And what did I buy? Sheets. I think I am missing the sole purpose of sales, which is, of course, clothes. But then again I don't want to buy clothes even though I need them - I'm still working on the "lose weight to be a bridesmaid, then buy clothes" theory. Hm. And the sheets were a really good price and I need more sheets, having managed to put my foot through one. And man, Chaddy was crowded.

Yesterday was quiet, mostly just cleaning and watching DVDs. And playing Civilisation. Several years after having bought it the computer is now on the computer table. Slowly, room by room, we're managing to sort stuff out. Bloody entropy.

And today? Hot, windy and I'm on holidays while Dean's working. :-) Might have to go shopping again. Or to the beach. The only problem with the beach is walking - ankle's still swollen but I gave the crutch back to the physio on Saturday, so I'm officially crutchless. Or something. Now if I can just concentrate properly on putting my feet down correctly I'll be fine...

Comments

[numbat.livejournal.com]

There is a school of thought that 40C days are for drinking beer at the cricket but I don't subscribe to this argument as it sounds suicidal to me. Bad enough getting sick and then hungover from too much drinking without adding blazing heat to the mix.

A place called Chaddy sounds far too exotic for Melbourne. Going to the Chaddy is surely what you do in India surely.