Post-Christmas Recovery

At 7pm on Boxing Day, I'm only now starting to feel a little better. But it has been a good couple of days, so it was certainly worth the effort.

Woken at 8:30am for 'stocking' presents, supplemented with tea and Panettone and then zipping off to the family service at St. Marks. James has come up with an adaptation from 'beach points' (namely dishing out points for inappropriate beach activities such as wearing jeans, high heels or underpants). 'Church points' are delivered to those who undertake inappropriate actions in the Lord's house - wearing sunglasses, being drunk (therefore getting up to act in the nativity with 3 year olds) and clapping! Something to make the time pass a little quicker when one is stuck behind a pylon and cannot see a thing!

During breakfast, Dad was trying to tell James and Pete that not everyone just drinks beer and that I would drink two beers and then move to vodka, cocktails etc... but they only heard that I could only drink 2 beers. So the challenge was issued that I couldn't drink 10 beers through lunch, which I then had to disprove and which was the beginning of the end. Birches, Lopez’s, Harpers and the Ashes for drinks, and then just the family for lunch - about 27 people at one point.

Finished with some drinks by the pool and by 8:30pm made the move over to Brent's with Sarah, Pete and James. More drinking and merriment, and was good fun. Circle of Esky was a great way to round out the long weekend!

Four hours sleep and then up to lie hung over in the sun. Obviously started reading James' Christmas present books before my own and managed to smash about 10 chapters before I had to head to JD's. Nice view, looking over the harbour to watch the start of the Sydney to Hobart. Couple of devastating caipiranhas, a very hot/flirtatious waitress and delicious food – not a bad way to recover from a massive night.

Then just chillaxing throughout the afternoon, watching the cricket and sleeping on the grass in the sun. How good are holidays?