Day one of my Christmas break started off on Sunday, madly rushing down to my mum's 5 hours late after dropping off the cat and picking up a last minute gift, which so happened to be no where on my intended journey. After arriving, I quickly denounced any plans on sleeping in a tent - it was pouring outside. Even the dogs winter coats were wet from the hole in my boot ('trunk' for the American's) and so I chose to sleep inside. In the laundry. On the floor. Next day, rain hail or shine, I moved into the tent.
Trail of Painted Ponies horse, which I get to paint myself. I'm trying to collect them, as they appear slightly more mature than my usual antique horses. After all the excitement, Chef left to his family do, Mum went to pick up Nan and I had the house to myself - and I spent an amazing morning having a long, luxurious bath with my new Frangipani bath stuffs, eating my all time favorite cereal which I ordered from the UK, and doing Suduko in the bath while Sahara ate all the bubbles from it. The bath, not the Suduko, I mean. Once we'd eaten our Christmas lunch, and dozed and digested thoroughly, my brother Brett and I took the pooches for a walk - it's the first time we've spoken for years really. It's not that we don't get on - we just had nothing in common really, and I rarely see him when I make trips home. So it was nice to wander along the beach, skimming stones and exploring the caves with him before heading back to see my Uncle for Christmas dinner. And then the mayhem started.
Boxing Day was spent at my Nan's, with a massive roast, and my cousin and I attempting to master Hoola Hoops in the back garden. (I have a rather unattractive tan line on my left arm as a result). I then, predictably, went to the beach again, and let the dogs do some snorkeling while I digested my enormous lunch. Well, while I wore off the effects of my sugar high from all the brownies and fudge I'd eaten.
Yesterday, the 28th, was spent eating some more, and painting and drawing horses with watercolor pencils, before walking across the road to the local art gallery. Anything to put off actually going 'home'. Eventually, Chef and I took the dogs for a final walk to the local beach, and spent ages looking in rockpools, hunting down baby crabs and letting the dogs go wild.
All in all, I had a fabulous time, I loved spending time with my family, all my gorgeous new presents, and the beautiful times spent at the beach, and I'm sad it's all over for another year.
I hope everyone had as great a time as I did, and Christmas cheer to you all :)
I don't want to go home .