sydney tonight is hot, hot, hot and sticky. the girls are reviewing recipes and writing a shopping list ready for their starring role as dessert makers for Christmas day. mini pavlovas and chocolate mousse made the cut, chocolate log and trifle didn't.
i have waged war on cellulitis over the last few days, it has been very painful and a fever added to the unpleasantness but i should be over the hump if i take it easy.
despite having our (very nice) work Christmas party on sunday i'm not feeling too Christmassy. i wonder when that will happen?
as each Christmas comes and goes and i consider the birth of Jesus i wonder whether there are any new ideas for me to digest this time round. today i'm thinking that in two thousand years not much has changed: Jesus was both a refugee and a middle eastern youth at different points in his life and both are still unpopular with some sections of society......
i'm not sure where i'm going with that so feel free to fill in the gaps
and i'm gonna quit while i'm ahead