'Tis the season and all that. Christmas in Australia is, of course, in the middle of Summer. Yet, we still cling to the notion of a European christmas with roast turkey and ham, even if it is 40 degrees in the shade. We don't care.
Suffice to say that Miss R and I have been braving the christmas shopping experience over the weekend. The wonderful mecca of north suburban consumerism, Northland (or norflans mate), really comes into its own...especially its hideously designed car park system which hits grid lock at the mere smell of anything with an internal combustion engine. Luckily we got there at 11am and scored not just any car park, but THE car park. This was handy due to Miss R's ankle still not being in tip top condition, although the limp did manage to help her fit in with all the other freaks that frequent the place. Anyway, not only her feet were killing her, but mine weren't in such tip top shape either. And it's tiring isn't it??
And is it all worth it? Why is it so hard to pick presents for people you have known all your life? All we all really want to do is eat enough food that could feed an African family for year and blob out watching Ray Martin host carols by candlelight. Oh bless. |
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