More relaxing things to do

I will be relaxing on my holidays.  Queue the laugh track now.  I won't make any plans.  I'll just take it easy and hang about on the white chair, you know...reading a book and listening to the birds.  Well I'm glad someone is.  I've just finished cleaning the oven.  I did that because my arms got tired wielding the hedge trimmers about on an untamed shrub in the front garden.  My day of rest you see.  Christmas over and no more food to think about because it's turkey surprise again tonight, and the shops just leave me feeling bereft of life.  A recent expedition for a minor piece of furniture in a major furniture provider, provided fruitless.  You can't have the piece of furniture that you've chosen in the store.  It's only for show.  We don't have any furniture to sell here in Tasmania they said, it has to come from that bigger island up north.  And you'll have to wait at least a month.  Or more.  The more bit just comes without saying.  I've played this game before.  I've had to chase them with the more problem.  They told me many reason why it had to be more.  And some more after that.  So rather than shop in a shop with nothing to sell I'd like to do without.  For now anyway.  I've got some more relaxing to do...!!

It's nearly here and nearly over

Whoosh, sound of year passing by!!  Nearly the end of another.  Christmas carols on loop, well Dean in my house much to Max's disgust (pictured).  You either DO Christmas or not.  For many years I was in the not category with family obligations meaning my day was spent on the highway driving between roast turkey and cold ham destinations.  The weather was usually at least 45 degrees with the oven door open and whilst the paper plates make sense, geez they do make the food hit the garbage bin a lot quicker.  Nowadays the weather is kinder due to a Tasmanian summer, the driving a little less demanding - we just stay at home and the plates are at least worthy of the effort.  It's a lot of work for just one day.  The leftovers are now the highlight along with National Lampoon repeats. I recon I even know the script as good as them now, and then it's all over for another year.  Thank goodness we get 12 months.  I can hear the major supermarkets unpacking the hot cross buns already.