It's Christmas morning here in New Zealand. I was woken at 7.30 by the phone ringing. I'd left it in the Study so had to gallop across The Cottage to get to it before the answer machine cut in. "Happy Christmas. I knew that I could phone you because you'd be up." I'd been sound asleep since about 11pm. We'd had Christmas Eve dinner very early by my standards and it had thrown my clock out so I had been tired. I must have sounded asleep as the voice said "Gosh. If I didn't know better I'd have thought that I'd woken you.". I said nothing.
After the exchange of greetings and agreement to catch up during the week I surveyed the day. Glorious blue sky with not a cloud to be seen. Not, I gathered from my next phone conversation with Pat on Lewis, exactly what it's like back in Scotland.
So today we shall, as usual, be opening our stockings and presents with all the doors wide open and will be having a traditional BBQ lunch up at The House on the deck.
I do love life in New Zealand.
I wish for all my friends and readers a happy, peaceful (particularly for those of you in Christchurch), and fulfilling Christmas.
|Christmas Eve in Emmerson Street, Napier.|