The post Christmas trough started early, not helped by the fact that it rained nearly incessantly from Wednesday to Friday. New Years eve went OK, there were fifteen of us around the table for barbecued cow. Some of our guests couldn’t get transport, so I played taxi-driver. Dodging the fireworks being set off by small children in the middle of the main roads helped me to realise why sensible taxi-drivers take the night off. New Years day, we spent the whole day trying unsuccessfully to decide what we were going to do with it, and yesterday didn’t fare much better either. So now we’re all worn out from arguing about doing nothing. Luckily it’s sunny today, there’s hope for 2009 yet.
And a merry bloomin’ New Year to you too.

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