I speak to you on Boxing Day, from a chilly Warragul. It's a lovely morning but it is only 8d outside which is not exactly hot for late December.
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| Boxing Day Morning view |
I realised on Christmas Eve that I was out of milk and I needed wine for the evening and a few bits and pieces. I had noticed that the trams heading to The District were quite full. There didn't seem to be quite so many people on Bourke Street. So I went to my local supermarket and wine shop, which were busy but not absolutely crammed.
Lindsey, Ian, Wendy, Freyja and Simon came round in the evening for a Christmas Eve party
And then we all gathered again at the zoo for Christmas breakfast, which was Freyja's idea (to have breakfast at the zoo, rather than in a cafe). It was an excellent idea and a lot of fun. It was also very busy. Granted, the weather was perfect for visiting the zoo. Not too hot, reasonably sunny. And I knew that people do go to the zoo on Christmas Day but I hadn't realised quite how many people go.
We had breakfast and a present swap and then we headed for a wander around the zoo. The orangutans had proper Christmas presents hidden in the straw and leaves in their living space and they were having a fabulous time digging through looking for Christmas parcels, then ripping the paper off and eating the contents which were flowers and fruit and other tasty Christmas snacks.
Then Freyja and Simon headed off for lunch and then to the cinema. Wendy went home. And Lindsey, Ian and I came to Warragul for Christmas night, where we still are.










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