I'm at Sal's parents' place in deepest darkest Wantirna South and lo, unto me has come an unsecured wi-fi connection and I spake unto myself and said, go ye and LJ about silly buggers who can't put a simple password on their connection.
The turkey, pork and trimmings were good.
Spoke to my sister Sandie and her brood in Queensland and they love their gifts, and briefly talked with Linda and Mum who are luncheoning in Star City casino in Sydney,gutsing down cheap prawns and Balmain bugs in between forays at the poker machines.
I'm glad I stashed a small stove-top espresso machine here last year. Now I just have to bring beans over and I can have a decent coffee out here in the boondocks. I've been giving ISP advice to Sal's Uncle Robert the Beatles fan who has now retreated to the back shed to play darts with Peter. Just another day in