Boxing Day had us headed along the M1 freeway to the Mornington Peninsula for another Christmas dinner. As we approached Warrigal Road, the road leading to largest shopping centre in the southern hemisphere, Chadstone, the two freeway exit lanes were stationary for about a kilometre before the exit. As we passed over Warrigal Road, cars were stationary in all directions. It was worse once we passed Warrigal Road. The traffic coming in from the east was single lane banked up for about five kilometres. Boxing Day sales were on, but on everywhere. Why would people put themselves through such as misery, never mind actually finding parking, to save a few dollars.
The traffic was quite heavy on the roads and we arrived late to Ex Sis in Law's. R had made the requested coleslaw and we had Sister's left over Christmas pudding to contribute. The afternoon was a mix of fine food eaten casually and much amusement. As said R on the way home, it takes children to make a good Christmas Day. We had bought a bottle of expensive Scotch and and box of chocolates for Ex Sis in Law as a thank you. In return they gave us a bottle of boxed champagne cuvee. What a pity the champers within the box was so much cheaper than the box indicated, the names were very similar. In fact the bottle did not perfectly fit the box. We didn't come down in the last shower but always remember it is the thought that counts.
I can't show many photos as they were nearly all of people. Little M received a bubble machine as as a Christmas present and wow, could it pump out the bubbles, that is until the fluid ran out or the eight batteries went dead. (R is suspicious about their agenda. I don't care)
Middle, pregnant with twins, Niece interrupted the celebration with for a sex reveal of her yet to be born children. She and her partner brought two large tall boxes and the sex of the twins was told by the colour and words of balloons released from the boxes. The first box was opened and up went pink balloons and It's a Girl. Chanting happened for the second box, boy, boy, boy, but it was another pink balloon release.
We had only been to Ex Sis in Laws abode once before, for Middle Niece's birthday, but I clearly remember how Ex Sis in Law's nasty dog attacked the party balloons. It seems the collective memory did not remember this. So no sooner were the balloons released than the dog attacked and deflated them. Fortunately someone was filming and the video is probably worthy of funniest home video entry. I might put it on You Tube so you can all see it. I have to think that through. The last of six balloons to deflate.
Nephew and his betrothed had bought Tradie Brother an inflatable Superman suit. They helped him put it on and slowly he inflated to a huge size. He pranced around and I can't really paint a word picture of how funny it was. His cigarettes were confiscated but he did get awfully near a rosebush. He did not accidently deflate, but purposely did so when he wanted to smoke. R wittily remarked to Nephew's betrothed, he will wear that to your wedding next year. He would if allowed, and if you hear reports of an inflated superman wandering on the Mornington Peninsula, that would be my brother.
We laughed and laughed the whole afternoon among maybe thirty direct and indirect family. Mother was going to go but then called it off as ABI Brother was going to the Boxing Day cricket test and transport was difficult and it was supposed to be hot. It was not hot and a cool sea breeze dominated and had some of us reaching for our stoles. We nearly bought the same bubble machine for Little M. Lucky we did not as someone else did.
We will get Sister's pudding bowl and our coleslaw bowl back later. We left at about four after saying goodbyes. The preggers Niece was cuddled up in bed with her Best Friend Forever as we said goodbye to her.
Cute guy count for the day, 0.