Phew

We have survived another Christmas! All limbs and eyeballs intact. No relationships were damaged in the making of this year's Christmas, and everyone seems suitably gifted out and happy and a couple of kilograms fatter, as is usual. JW and I did the orphan Christmas thing and it was  rather nice just to stay at home and lie around in the living room (the only room with air conditioning) watching DVDs.

My parents, however, had a sucky Christmas when three little shits broke into their shop at 3:30am Christmas morning. Clad in gloves, caps and with makeshift masks tied around their faces, they arrived in a stolen car,  pulled up out the front, leapt out and smashed the front window, and made and awful mess in the shop.

And what, you may ask, did they steal? A Mars Bar fridge stand, some chips, and a packet of Red Drum tobacco. This loot was later found untouched in the stolen car which had been abandoned in a paddock. Total damage was only a few hundred dollars for the window and the hassle to my family.

Dullsville's police officers are doing their usual stirling job too: they found the car then left it where it had been abandoned. At which point the kids who stole it in the first place came back, stole it again, and drove it around for another hour or so before getting it bogged at the weir. We don't hold up much hope of anyone being caught let alone charged, though my Dad reckons he can recognise one of the kids from the security footage at the shop.

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Ps: I am in a much better mood than I was when I last posted. I am not a big fan of change, to the extent that I almost prefer to be miserable and static than open to the possibility of change and relief. It helps having the blogosphere here to spill one's metaphorical guts to. Of course I am a bit scared and anxious about a new job: it's been five years since I was in this position, and it is scary. But it's exciting too. Especially the bit where I get paid, like, regularly! W33t!

Comments

[Mindy]

So tempted to do the orphans Xmas sometime soon. The outlaws came here on the Saturday before Xmas and didn't leave until two days after Boxing Day. That is about my limit, and surprisingly enough the husbands as well. They seemed happy to settle in until he went back to work in the New Year, but we needed some time to ourselves so we dropped some heavy hints. A christmas without strings sounds lovely.