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Post Pagan Madness
Dec. 26th, 2019 11:35 amBoxing Day seems to be an Australian/English tradition; other places seem to think of it as merely that day after Christmas when you fall into a coma. When I was a kid, it was that day when a relative took you to the beach and let you try to drown yourself while they snoozed on the sand.
Greetings to all the new folks I've found and who found this blog by way of St Aurafina's friending meme. Welcome to my brain. I'm a bit dopey atm, since yesterday was quite busy. Got out of bed early (look, before 9 am IS early!) since I needed to call on my mother before heading off to meet friends. Christmas Day train services are bloody awful and I had bad luck twice, both on setting off and on the second leg after I'd finished the maternal visit, by arriving at the station just in time to see it chug off into the distance, leaving me with a half hour wait.
I've seen a train wait for a passenger ONCE, and she was a visibly disabled lady, in a wheelchair with carer, trundling frantically towards the doors. The train driver's family would have been cursed and despised for 10 generations had the driver not waited that time. For me, not so much.
I concluded that I've actually had a faster plane trip between Perth and Melbourne, once when tail winds favoured us. 2 hours and 50 minutes. Travel time, waiting time and some walking yesterday was not much short of that. An exaggeration but not by too much. Still, had a good time once I got there to Fremantle's Esplanade Hotel where some friends were having a short stay away during Christmas. We checked out a huge mural on a nearby building's walls, which I will try to upload copies of. I have huge trouble with DW's images system so bear with me.
Then we went swimming in the hotel's pool and I got to try out Rob and Leece's spare merfin. And then we played Ticket to Ride Europe up in the room and had GF sausages, buns, everything, cooked on a solar stove on the balcony. How amazing is that? My score for the game was in the middle of five players. It was a bloody mess of a game. The only thing I actually won was the Rock Paper Scissors round in order to secure the red carriages.
My journey home was a bit quicker, thank gods and I think I made it to bed around 10.30, pretty exhausted. Later than I meant to because I had to belatedly feed five rats, who let it be known they weren't pleased with the late meal. Then the three girl rat visitors broke out of their cage - I hadn't fastened the outer door after feeding them and the buggers know how to team up to push against it until it opens - and I had to contain them and properly barricade the door before I could crash.
That was Christmas.
Greetings to all the new folks I've found and who found this blog by way of St Aurafina's friending meme. Welcome to my brain. I'm a bit dopey atm, since yesterday was quite busy. Got out of bed early (look, before 9 am IS early!) since I needed to call on my mother before heading off to meet friends. Christmas Day train services are bloody awful and I had bad luck twice, both on setting off and on the second leg after I'd finished the maternal visit, by arriving at the station just in time to see it chug off into the distance, leaving me with a half hour wait.
I've seen a train wait for a passenger ONCE, and she was a visibly disabled lady, in a wheelchair with carer, trundling frantically towards the doors. The train driver's family would have been cursed and despised for 10 generations had the driver not waited that time. For me, not so much.
I concluded that I've actually had a faster plane trip between Perth and Melbourne, once when tail winds favoured us. 2 hours and 50 minutes. Travel time, waiting time and some walking yesterday was not much short of that. An exaggeration but not by too much. Still, had a good time once I got there to Fremantle's Esplanade Hotel where some friends were having a short stay away during Christmas. We checked out a huge mural on a nearby building's walls, which I will try to upload copies of. I have huge trouble with DW's images system so bear with me.
Then we went swimming in the hotel's pool and I got to try out Rob and Leece's spare merfin. And then we played Ticket to Ride Europe up in the room and had GF sausages, buns, everything, cooked on a solar stove on the balcony. How amazing is that? My score for the game was in the middle of five players. It was a bloody mess of a game. The only thing I actually won was the Rock Paper Scissors round in order to secure the red carriages.
My journey home was a bit quicker, thank gods and I think I made it to bed around 10.30, pretty exhausted. Later than I meant to because I had to belatedly feed five rats, who let it be known they weren't pleased with the late meal. Then the three girl rat visitors broke out of their cage - I hadn't fastened the outer door after feeding them and the buggers know how to team up to push against it until it opens - and I had to contain them and properly barricade the door before I could crash.
That was Christmas.