Christmas went well. Three families in one day. Let us be thankful that Theresa's parents have not separated.
For some years I have wanted to make a gingerbread house at Christmas time, but never actually did anything about it. This year, Theresa took on the challenge and made not one, but three houses. One each to decorate for herself, me and Deborah. Don't try to make shingles with potato chips - it's not a good look and not a good taste.
New Years' Eve saw a change of venue - Theresa's uncle's wife died on NYEEE, so we went down to Traralgon to be with the family. I guess it could have been called subdued wake.
There is more to record, but I guess I'll just stop now and try to get into the habit of posting when I think of things.