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...!!

Carson? It's Max...I've rescued you from the tree

Christmas is officially over.  There.  I've declared it.  The tree was rammed back in its box today and the decorations unceremoniously turfed into recycled shopping bags, and out to the shed they go.  Number one son and cocker spaniel Bennie rushes in to see if Santa will sing one more time but the fluffy fat man in the red suit is silent as his batteries are now removed.  Our pets do well at Christmas time which I think the majority must also do with bits of ham, extra toast from Nanny and more cake crumbs on the floor than usual.  The Dyson hits the rug one more time and the last of the glitter and tinsel wrapped disappointments are put away.  New Year's Eve comes and goes without a bang here.  We don't usually make much of an attempt to stay up for the firework.  Just the one.  That usually goes off somewhere over the hill or behind us.  No resolutions as we know they won't be kept and it needs to be a while before I'm seeing another mince pie.  Woolworths have hot cross buns on display today which was noted by a letter to the editor of today's paper stating 'Don't they know what the cross is for?'  According to supermarket scripture, He was born, and then crucified about a week later.  How gruesome.  And so to another year.  Hope yours is a cracker.