Sunday

He's been!  He's been!  

If M and S hadn't said how long wrapping was taking, I would have crept out (after he'd been, of course!) to unwrap all the gifts. This would have been a re-enactment of when a (very, very) young S had done just that - running out early on Christmas morning and opening all the gifts under the tree and not just hers.  It would have been fun to do it - and see whether she was automatically suspected because of prior "offenses".  But because there wouldn't be time to re-wrap - even with all three of us doing it - I decided to shelve the idea (for at least another year).

There were some light sprinkles of rain as I started packing the car for our week away but not enough for us to have to wait.  The boot on Lars is amazingly deceptive about the amount it can take - and even after the portable queen-sized bed was packed, there was still room for the clothes bag, the empty (hat) bag, the electronics bag and a few other things.   

M saw us off - keeping to the old custom of throwing water after the travellers to wish them a safe journey (or something like that). It was a good drive to Kyogle with not too much traffic and a very cool and overcast day. We arrived just in time for a Christmas Champers before a cold lunch which had the table groaning and us salivating.  From the pic M sent us, it looked the same at Mouse's where she was hosting Christmas lunch for the usual crowd.

Happy Festivus to one and all!