Christmas has gone on and on. I must break it into bite sized chunks. Christmas Day went down well. Nine people dined well, gave out gifts and then had pudding. Milky coffee coloured twin bearer niece cancelled the night before. Five months preggers with twins and you are not feeling well! How dare you! Her bright and bubbling personage was missed. Her half finished sentences and bumbling and blabbing speech were too.
R cooked a splendid feast. Our Hairdresser Friend gave R a tip. Cook the roast vegetables in duck fat. It worked. There was leftovers of everything, except for roast vegetables, much to my disappointment.
Mother asked what temperature we had out aircon on, as it was 36 degrees outside and quite ok inside. It wasn't really ok. It was too warm inside, the aircon was working at maximum and three times I pressed the 'powerful' button to get extra cooling. The oven was pumping out the heat, as were the human Highriser bodies who were very busy. R and Bone Doctor argued nastily about the air con blowing on the dining table. R snapped and told me to turn the air con off. I refused. Nevertheless, Bone Doctor was wrong and R won a point score. Yes, the air con was blowing on a couple of people. I would have quite happily sat at those seats instead of at the head of the table :-P, and commanded a brother or two to do so also. Ah, they were sitting in those seats. I am not sure how it went so wrong between R and Bone Doctor. After everyone left, R was calling her for everything. Partly perhaps because she scooped up all the silver and gold foil wrapped chocolate dollar coins on the table into her bag to take home, as she did a couple of years ago. Charitably, I suggested maybe she gives them out to poor kiddie patients at her doctor practice. (Three days later, R got cheapskate BD to pay for our dinner. Tale to come)
Photos are important for blog posts. Dog Jack's mum has gone home for Christmas to be with her family in Launceston, so Jack is with us. Within the Highrise, he is great. Out on the street, not so much, as he tries to lift his leg on a bicycle, a car wheel, a building or a motor bike instead of grass and trees, and likes to take on a Rottweiler or two.