Christmas 2009
Awesome Christmas Pudding ablaze
This Christmas Eve I was spared the thrill of milking a dozen sausages (to procure tasty sausage meat for compulsory british sausage roll eating tradition) and instead my father insisted on myself and The Boyfriend (TB) accompanying him to the local liquor superstore to show off his company car and the local "sights". After frolicking barefoot in the empty isles we bought a case of beer and were subjected to a "tour of the local sights" whilst listening to "classic radio". "Local sights" being a closed garage door to a spice shop and McDonalds drive-thru and "classic radio" being "Poison" by Alice Cooper. And if that wasn't enough to scare off TB he was then forced to eat sausage rolls in 40 degree heat and watch Taggart.
Christmas Day was one long drive around Sydney, ferrying presents to TB's neice and nephew and feeding two destructive kittens who had been abandoned overnight. The Monday prior to Christmas, Onii kitten was sharpening his claws on TB's guitar amp (new favourite pastime along with gnawing fingers and toes) when he got a claw caught on the amp sitting on top which tumbled down and crushed his tiny paw(s). An expensive trip to the Vet, an x-ray and a visit to a specialist confirmed two broken bones and severe "crush" injury (think gangrene and un-retractable claws) to his bloodied paw. In true kitten fashion he came home completely unfased and galloped about the house like a mental pony, with no hint of the fact that he was injured.
After doing our duty at TB's sister's place we finally arrived back at my place for present opening and full english roast dinner.
I scored: lots of books, obscure liqueurs (tiramisu?), a thing that makes those adorable dutch pancakes, an ABBA wall calendar....
My Parents scored: A trip overseas, cuz I am, like, nice and shit and because I expect them to feed me when I am an impoverished hobo.
TB scored: Lots of tomato sauce (he was very taken with the tomato sauce he tried at the Park Hyatt) and a tiny Liverpool FC gnome.
After all the presents were unwrapped and my parents had had a hysterical cry and then spent the rest of the day being sullen and serious.
Bring on Christmas 2010!
EDIT: ...really must remember to finish posts. This one looks somewhat truncated, but I honestly have no recollection of what happened afterwards as it is now February and I have the memory of a fish.