Christmas isn’t supposed to be hot. I’ve been thoroughly confused by the lack of ice, snow and freezing rain for the last month or so. The lack of rubbish Christmas songs on the radio is quite refreshing, but it’s a Pyrrhic victory really — Fairytale of New York is nowhere to be found (It seems that nobody here has even heard of it!).
Apparently the weather has been pretty mild for the last week or so though. I’m told that most Christmases down here are spent avoiding the North Wind, supposedly similar to standing in front of a huge hair-dryer while somebody throws dust at you. So it could be worse!
Apart from the odd weather, Christmas has been quite nice really. Roast lunch with Meg’s family, enough cold meat to last a couple of days, and little neoprene tubes to keep bottles of beer cold!
It’s all been very interesting anyway!