Good morning. It's Christmas Eve morning and it is just me and the little guy up.
I can hear the corellas screeching down along the river and the gentle hum of the washing machine in the laundry.
Time for a tour of our Christmas decorations I feel.
Now, photographers look away.
The camera battery is flat.
So they are dodgy ipod photos.
First you will ring the doorbell.
And, come on in.
through the hall.
Past my blackboard. My best ever organising tool!
I'll show you the tree.
And you will see my dietes are flowering again.
We'll check out the mantle.
And, say gidday to Santa.
You might humour me by taking a peak at our art gallery.
And the homegrown tree.
I'll pop the kettle on.
You can have the bean bag.
Or the couch.
Just be careful not to spill on my new cushions!
Have a fabulous Christmas!
