Mood: Tired
Listening to: alarmed blackbirds (the cat stalks)
Had a few days at my brother’s. Got completely drunk on Christmas Eve, so endured Xmas day with a hangover. Not the most pleasant of experiences. I quietly vomited in the garden after the queasiness got too much in the morning. My elder daughter joined us on Xmas day. None of us were particularly hungry at lunch so we didn’t have a traditional dinner (or barbecue). Ham sandwiches it was. Later we felt well enough (my brother and I) to be able to tackle something more substantial. It’s the first time, I think, that I’ve had a barbecue for Xmas. Just seems weird, even though it is summer. It’s still hot meat isn’t it. Daughters and I visited Castlepoint in the afternoon. Well, I stayed in the car and tried reading my book, while they went up to the lighthouse. There was a cold wind and I wasn’t feeling particularly energetic. I think it took until evening for the headache to wear off.
The following day (Boxing Day) the girls and I headed into Masterton to visit the ex-inlaws and girls’ cousin who were staying in a motor lodge overnight while the rest of the cousins (the males) were at a drag race meeting. Cup of tea, a play with the cousin’s (ex-niece in law?) toddler girl and a wander around the property at the back of the lodge. They’re even more sedentary than I am, so the planned meeting at a park or a suggested visit to the beach didn’t eventuate. Returned to bro’s for dinner.
Instead visited Riversdale beach the next day. Cold wind again, but the girls had a swim and the dogs had a good walk. My brother’s little Jack Russell found the whole place quite bewildering. She’s 6 months old but I think it was her first visit to a beach – so the sea, sand and lots of people were an experience for her (she doesn’t normally get to see many people). Her digging instincts were funny to watch. As the girls made sandcastles she joined in digging deep and even biting a few chunks of sand.
Older daughter headed back to Wellington that afternoon and younger daughter and I stayed on for a meal of leftovers before heading back home. Thankfully the house was safe, all possessions accounted for. I always have a fear of returning to a burned down house or a ransacked one. Silly isn’t it. But it’s always a relief to see it all as we left it.