After a couple of thousand kilometres on the road we’re back in Sydney and resting up for the New Year. Bang! Fizz!
We went down to Dad’s place on the Bellarine Peninsula in Victoria for Christmas. You know you’re back in the country when one of your brothers asks you to take a possum trap out to the farm. I want one of those traps in Sydney. I nearly stole it.
After taking my first beer out of the fridge in the shed Dad asked me to ‘read the instructions’ and kick the fridge door closed.
Sure enough, written in texta on the bottom left hand side of the fridge door KICK HERE TO CLOSE.
We had a great day, and a wonderful road trip even though the radio/CD player died before we got to Cleveland Street. All my plans for driving back listening to the cricket were buggered. I had to ask a bloke in the Holbrook RSL who batted on Day One and how it all went.
Wallington’s plans for an Amy Winehouse/Lucinda Williams done-me-wrong-fest went wrong.
Apart from that everything went right. Lots of family and food and dodgy rules sporting events.
I accidentally walked into work this morning only to find that it was a public holiday where I work! Unbelievable. I took my book and had a sook and stopped for a coffee and Belgian chocolate brownie at Sappho’s Bookshop on the walk back home. I turned it into a morning walk. A good idea after two thousand kilometres in the car.
Always look on the bright side of life – and whatever 2015 throws your way I hope you hit it for six. Thanks for reading this year.
I’ll be back with more vigour in 2015!