On Christmas day we entertained the waifs and strays, the left-behinds, and as Jill said: damn foreigners. In her e-mail she advised all attendees that: 'we were going for lunch to the house of a genuine Kiwi (Polly) and her damn foreigner husband (me)'
Billy and Jill brought Kai Moana - cockles from the Otago Peninsula. Jill brought bread - very tasty bread -Pete and Sinead brought deserts and forgot the brussels sprouts. Pete offered to go back to his house to get them and we agreed to let him go. How can you have Christmas din-dins without sprouts?
We supplied roast beef with stuffing. Not long after we got ripped into the desserts - next to Cadbury's Dairy Milk chocolate my sole reason for continuing to live is a fine dessert. Ice-creams, trifle, cream.
There was a warm front which sat on us all day moving me to wear shorts. There were no games or anything after lunch. We continued to pick at the desserts. We mostly sat around and talked as it was too hot to do anything else.
Next day it was freezing again.
Happy New Year from the damn foreigner husband.