Christmas Day, Glenelg. A lovely family day celebrated in extremely hot weather. Not quite 40 segrees, but it got close to it.
First, the Gingerbread House, the walls, courtesy of IKEA, stuck together and decorated by Lucy, Jay and Jespa. Sadly the house collapsed due to the high humidity on Boxing Day. Apparently it still tasted very good, according to those that were confident enough to eat it.
Christmas Eve, and a walk to Glenelg Jetty, to see the sunset, together with hundreds of other people, all out enjoying the warm weather.
Lucy and Poppy, the dog, sitting on the cool green grass.
Glenelg jetty with a lovely red sunset behind it,
A Chinese pagoda? It looks like one, I know, but in fact it was the surf life saving lookout hut.
The silhouette figures of Lucy and Jay.
Jespa, Lucy and Jay taking silly selfies. I should have included a really silly photograph. That would have embarrassed them. This was one of the more reasonable photographs.
Not much sunset left, but the colour predicted a very hot Christmas Day.
Three anxious people waiting to open presents.
Walter received a surprise present. An empty box. The car-cam was missing, although the leads were there. We did not believe him when he said there was no camera. We had at that point been joking about prices being left on clothes. But Walter was right. There was no camera in the box.
I bought the car-cam in Maplin in the United Kingdom. A surprise Christmas present for Walter. I have been in contact with the manager of the shop and it is currently being sorted out. Apparently the cameras were taken out of their boxes, due to a high level of theft in the shop. The assistant did not put the camera back in the box before he gave it to me. I was not a happy person.
The prawns. An Australian Christmas dinner is not complete without an entree of prawns. Unpeeled of course. Delicious. The downside is the dilema of how to dispose of the prawn shells and heads afterwards. Dump them in a rubbish bin somewhere, not yours of course, or freeze them until the next rubbish collection day. The latter choice is the correct option. Unless one has a huge garden and can bury the shells in a very deep hole. The smell of left over prawn bits in the heat of summer is pretty awful, to say the least.
Notice Poppy looking eagerly towards the prawns. We did peel one for her. One gulp and it was gone.
Everyone eagerly tucking into their long awaited Christmas lunch; cold meats, salads and hot roasted vegetables followed by fruit salad, custard, jelly and cream. Perfectly organised by Donna. Mouth wateringly delicious.
I am the only person aware that a photograph was being taken. Food was definitely uppermost on everyone's minds, and so it should be too. Except for the teenager looking at a text message.
After we opened more presents we spent a couple of hours relaxing in the shade, and trying to work out whose phone app contained the correct temperature. In the end we all agreed that it was, indeed, very hot.
Late in the afternoon, our evening guests arrived, together with Mango, the dog. The two dogs had a lovely time in the paddling pool. So cool.
After more present opening (I loved receiving all the presents) and eating more food, plus a couple of great Skype calls to the UK and the Netherlands, it was time to finish, say goodbye to our guests and collapse into bed. Very happy people.
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