A traditional Christmas

We've just come back from an excellent week down the beach - traditional Christmas of prawns, surfing, beer and afternoon naps! Australians are a terribly predictable bunch; I think the whole of Canberra was there as well.

We arrived at the beach house Christmas Eve, so no chance for decorations ... but the boys found a couple of old banksia branches and hung chocolates from them! Perfect. And Santa found their stockings too. Who would have imagined it :)

I got some lovely quilting and art bookings for Christmas, and some proper watercolour paints with a book on how to do it!! Van Gogh didn't pick up a brush until he was 30, and 40 is the new 30 apparently, so I'm right on schedule. Unrealistic expectations? Hell no.