Playing Catchup

Hey Gang;

Just looked at the date on my last update. So much for my commitment to write more regularly.

We flew to Sydney this weekend. Aside from seeing the Annie Leibovitz exhibition at the MCA, I did everything else I set out to do.

On Saturday we had the Italian side of the family over for a pre-Christmas lunch which had everything. Prawns, oysters, roast lamb, salads, fruit cake and a family round of binge eating induced torpor.

Later in the afternoon, once my legs had braced themselves to carry the extra kilos, The Lovely Samantha, Bodhi the reindeer and I went over to the Greek side of the family to catch up with them. My uncle has been poorly of late with a spot of the Big C so it was nice to see him back up and letting everyone in on his secret tip of Souths winning next years premiership.

That night Sam and I caught the ferry to Manly and spent the night at the skiff club catching up on the last few years worth of London gossip courtesy of Shane who was passing through for Christmas.
I'm thankful for seeing him, but I'll be suggesting London as our next catch up as I'm sure the flight back is quicker than the public transport fiasco back home - two hours of my life I'll never get back.

Sunday started late, but not too dusty. A stunning day of perfect picnic weather seemed to be sticking it's nose up at the weather forecasters who'd predicted rain. Which is a good thing as we'd organised a picnic to catch up with everyone else in Sydney. Again, too much food, not enough time and before I knew it I was running along in my shorts, t-shirt and thongs back to the Melbourne which made good on the Sydney weather predictions.

12 degrees Celsius in the city, squalls, downpours and, to top it off, snow in Hotham.

Who'd have dreamt of a white Christmas in Victoria?

A safe one for you and yours,
Minas.