Mother really excels at christmas with her gift giving. I tell her to not worry about presents, save the money, except for Little Jo. She takes no notice. I don't know how many gifts she has given us that are just inappropriate for us. Does she not notice we don't have dark stained timber around the the Highrise? Why would she give us dark timber photo frames, or a repro polished timber barometer? What about a traditional cut crystal vase, among our modern glass. If I did not take the hint with the second family history album, I am not likely to do much with the third.
NB The lovely Ann O'dyne taught me how to do a family tree. You stick sheets of wrapping paper together and write on the back. It is the only way to get anything big enough to contain all the links that shoot off into the far distance. You can add sheets in any direction.
Sister once gave us a lettuce spinner, to dry lettuce. I am not aware of us ever serving her wet lettuce. It remained unused and appeared at some time in one of Mother's garage sales, right in front of Sister's eyes. If anyone asks what we want for christmas, I suggest a bottle of something nice.
I best not spoil christmas with my whinging and moaning. Some really
nice things happen at christmas and mail deliveries are just fabulous.
Best is when hand made cards arrive.
PTUA. What do ex VIP's do? Get a life? Like all high achievers, they have a life too. The prize was not a prize per se, but a charity auction item. Red Cross seems to be unaffiliated to religion and while at times their administration costs can be called into question, they always seem to be there when help is needed and via the associated Red Crescent, they offer help everywhere. Metcards have been part of Melbourne's public transport system for quite a number of years, but they will disappear on the 29th of December, replaced by Myki stored value cards. I wish I had kept old tram and train tickets, but I have this time.