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Firstly, allow me to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas! This is a strangely typical sight in Australia despite being almost 40 degrees in the shade. Prompting me to ask….”is it melting?”
I’m spending Christmas with my mum and younger sister, three and a half hours north-east of Melbourne. I actually lived here about twenty years ago for two years. But it doesn’t make it easier to cope being out of my comfort zone.
Day one, I couldn’t manage to cook my toast even without incinerating it. I can’t see the forest for the trees when looking for my juice and mineral drink in the fridge. But the first breathe of air as I get out of the car is worth it every time. The other downside is, there is no mobile reception here. When I head out of the valley I turn my phone on and it goes crazy with messages. In the car, half an hour. before arriving, I found out there wouldn’t be turkey! I insisted on being taken back home, but here I am, Sunday night in mums’ armchair, feet up, a small quilt on my lap and a ginger fur child stretched out up my legs. Did you hear me? A fur-child, there are two here, brothers. My sister named them after two anime twins Hikaru and Karou. I can’t tell them apart and at times neither can my mum or sister. They are very well-loved kids. They roam free during the day and remain indoors at night.
Christmas here is all about eating, sleeping and catching up on binging TV I think we are all exhausted for our own reasons and for me being here is a complete break from needing to deal with appointments, carers and the three different service providers and all that, that requires and the constant dealing with idiots! So up to pussy’s bow with the idiots!
Although I did get an early Christmas present. From the NDIS, considering what a monumental stuff-up that has been. I cannot tell you the wasted hours spent chasing getting my shoes paid for and in the end the person in the office who had met with us and completed my plan had not pressed the button triggering spending my funding. Seriously, I have received a document so long it’s impossible to understand even what I can use my funding for. But yet some idiot didn’t press a button so I can actually have the funding. I digress, I got my early Christmas present. I got my shoes.
And they are the most expensive shoes I’ve ever had. About $340 and they are not even paid for. The lovely Kim at Extra Depth Shoes in Elsternwick was really nice to let me have the pair she had been saving for me until the NDIA get their shit sorted out!
Christmas eve, my sister introduced me to a great show. I commented it was just so wrong and my mum told me I couldn’t be offended. I wasn’t but to be clear some of you might be. Try Trixie and Katya, two bitchy guys in drag. Offering dating advice and answering mail from their fans. That segment is called Male Bag! They are very funny. Check out this Link…….
Might I mention, the Christmas lights are turned down to what is described as “not to epileptic fit” setting.
Stay tuned for some photos of our traditional Christmas trifle and our ham and this year lamb roast. You might get hit in the face with those for the untraditional Wednesday good mental health day post! And when I get out into reception I’ll share some pictures of the great outdoors.
P.S. a mystery gift arrived from my older sister in with mum and my younger sisters presents. I announced “Oh, hell no!” She sent us a Christmas CD.” I’m just saying next year we are regifting that back to her. We are now listening to Nine Inch Nails! And mum put it on so don’t think she is being tortured.