After a fairly uneventful trip, we arrived in Sydney late and had our connecting flight changed. Naturally, our bags went on their own adventure and remain there even now. A quick trip to Target had us outfitted in all new clothes while our travelling clothes were washed. Here in Melbourne, it is the coldest Christmas day since 1935. Rain alternates with sun. This is good news here, where drought conditions prevail. My brother tells me that it was 42 degrees a couple of days ago. The predicted high today is 16.
My nephews are slightly taller, but largely unchanged. They are currently happily playing with many toys, including a bowling set that Uncle Larry, clever guy, put together. The newest member of the household is Coco the dog. Weird coincidence.
My sister-in-law, a terrific cook, is preparing a great Australian Christmas lunch. It's in the oven and on the barbeque and the house is redolent with engaging odors. I'm on my first glass of champagne and orange juice and all is well with the world. It's great to be in the company of family. Peace on earth. At least until the boys start scrapping over the playstation or something.
I'm in Australia, and I'm loving it.
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Glad you made it there safely. Check out Paul's blog!
Glad you made it safely too. Cole has an abundance of toys that make loud, annoying noises.
Have fun, eat a meat pie for me.
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