Dear friends,

It’s usually about this time of the day, probably earlier, that I’m thumbing out my annual Festive Text. As I’m looking to keep my spending down to a minimum (I am, just don’t mention the Dim Sum selection I bought for tomorrow’s Boxing Day Test Match picnic) and because I’m not over keen on giving my English mobile phone provider a great bulk of my Travelling Expenditure War Chest, for one year only, it’s Season’s Greetings via the medium of blog post.

Which means today’s offering is a bit on the tame side again. Sorry about that.

However, China is en route via a three day train journey from Perth, with his hands gaffer-taped round a wine bottle and sharing his cabin with an over-amorous pensioner (male) so there could be one or two stories to relay there.

Plus there’s Boxing Day at The G tomorrow.

And it’s nearly Friday, and I think I’ve found the stereotypical Aussie pie to tell you all about. Looking forward to getting stuck in and reporting back to all you lovely people.

There’s a Games Maker’s view of the Olympics to come too.

Before all that, it is Christmas Day. Thank you all for your wonderful generosity and valued friendship over the last year.

Have an absolutely marvellous Christmas one and all.

That’s usually the gist of my text message. Now then; enjoy.


Isaiah 9:6 For to us a child is born, to us a son is given; and the government shall be upon his shoulder, and his name shall be called Wonderful Counselor, Mighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace.

(Hello Auntie Daphne x)