When Sydney plane traffic is more important than what your wife is saying.. Happy Christmas.

Today is the day you have when you say you want a quiet day.
The best part of today so far has been lying together in bed at 9 this morning idly and pleasantly chatting, and not particularly feeling like getting out. Till it was announced that the paper bags had to be cleared up, and all the problems there'd be about doing this.

Mostly it wasn't a BAD day, but very quiet. Ian spent hours with his iPad, and therefore so did I. The hit of the day was the coffee machine. Nothing else seemed to resonate. It had to be used almost immediately. Then he couldn't , or didn't, read the instructions about the cashback.

I actually did enjoy a quiet peaceful day. We spoke to almost all the families in various places. Had  a glass of bubbles in late afternoon, and a couple of sips of Ian's new Indian whisky. That thank goodness was acceptable.

Next year we are NOT:

• doing Christmas Even paper candles, unless someone else is here to do it.
• having a roast cooked by me. I have lost all confidence in cooking roasts, 2 poultry roasts in a week undercooked.  I was SO careful with the turkey roast, turned the oven on in plenty of time, cooked it for the recommended time and rested it.   Then after all that, had to cook it for another half hour. Never again.

Maybe I'll get a better sense of perspective tomorrow. Got a day to be myself before the Sydney family arrives. But at least then Valerie makes all the decisions. Whether that is reasonable or not. 
Happy Christmas.