Christmas day was no less hectic despite Max's departure for Tamworth and the coast the day earlier. We had three separate engagements, first visiting Dot's friend Jane and two of her three sons for morning tea and nibbles. After a weight raising two hours, we then moved on to Dot's cousin Bob's house on a property called Springmount about 20km north of Armidale.
There must have been 25 people or so at this waist expanding Christmas lunch. In fact, there was so much food, that the left-overs would have fed Napoleon's entire army during its retreat from Moscow back to France in 1812. The lunch itself was held in some splendour amidst Bob's collection of antique furniture and Christmas memorabilia. Of special note, was his collection of perhaps 20 mechanical Santas who say ho ho and other things while nodding cheerfully in one's direction. These were augmented by several nativity scenes (being good catholics), hosts of angels, and lots of mock vegetation in the form of wreaths etc. See the accompanying photo.
Finally, in late afternoon, we returned home for a recovery session prior to heading iff next door to our neighbour, Christine Hunt. She had all her tribe around, including Kassandra and Michelle who grew up with Emily and Rebecca. Dot and Dick had to reluctantly bow out of this third extravaganza on account of tiredness, but I ventured forth to play Boules (French bowls) on their lawn.
However, that wasn't quite all for Christmas Day. I had a Skype session planned for 20.00, but that went belly up when the program refused to operate and I had to download the latest version. Alas, Phillip and Brian were eating breakfast in Plymouth by the time I got it working and somehow we never reconnected.
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