We've enjoyed a wonderful Christmas.
Santa providing a bountiful supply of joy.
and overflowing Nanny's recycling bin.
As is the case every year we've eaten far more than we should,
or maybe that's just me.
Either way I'm hopeful that 2012 may see elasticated waistbands make a comeback.
Meet my Mum and Dad,
they're two of my favourite people.
We had Christmas at their place, with my brother, his wife and two boys down to visit.
We seem to have come home with an additional three thousand pieces of lego,
difficult to find when searching for the exact piece required for a Harry Potter Night Train, easier in the middle of the night enroute to the bathroom when said piece embeds itself in the soft arch of one's foot.
A small price to pay I guess for the hours of fun.
The intense focus required soon took its toll on this young player,
she'd crashed before the sun set on another Christmas Day.
Fortunately swimming replaces bathing this time of year.
We returned home with a very sick Dad, still struggling to recover from some fever that has a firm grip on his usually resilient self. Angry that he's never had a day sick from work, but is going to spend his holidays infirmed, he's been trying to work on the dozer and continue through the great 'to do' list that his break from 'work' entails.
We've celebrated his birthday since,
and with Dad too sick to enjoy his mud cake, the children and I are resolutely soldiering through it.
We returned home to a power outage brought about by a quite savage storm which left forty mil in the rain-guage and a path of destruction in its wake. Fuses were blown on the main power line, our major casualty a relatively new deep freezer full of beef and pork. We saved the meat, but have yet another brand new freezer in our possession.
Our newly established aquarian eco-system suffered a seventy-five percent reduction in numbers, with our sole survivor only lasting two more days.
Hopefully better days ahead in 2012.
Of course it's since been resolved that we will never be leaving home again.