Eat, drink, eat, repeat. So very awesome to go back to ChurChur and see the fam and the girls, get pissed and see the boys, and wake up with a peanut wedged between my breasts. Earthquakes that interrupt my Boxing Day hangover, however, are not very awesome. I finally get it now.
Back to Melbourne, gin, perfume and e-passports - and then straight down to the Peninsula for more chillaxing, some sunburn and some NYE festivities. Tired of doing nothing but eat, Mould, Beej and I popped off to Cape Schanck this arvo, all v lovely, and chased it with some picnic munchies.
A pile of ironing is looking at me, but as I have one box of cereal and some cheese singles in the house, it could be time for some supermachet. Sigh, chores.