post-Christmas-post. with festively-coloured but totally inappropriate icon.

I'm sitting here with a full glass of chilled Margaret River Riesling and a bowl of cherries so ripe they're bursting and sliding around my mouth and running that beautiful burgandy juice down my fingers. And a box of fortune cookies. I'm either being unspeakably trendy or unspeakably kitsch.

The family has gone; driving down to Bendigo to stay with my grandparents, and I'm left house-and-cat-sitting. It's lovely. A hot sunny day with a slight breeze, and I can feel my personal space expanding again to fill the available area.

( This year's gifts )