With the last Cadbury Marshmellow Santa safely tucked below my belt and the hot cross Easter buns already on sale at Woolies and Coles, it can be safely assumed that the madness of Christ-"mess" is behind us.
I had to temporarily remove the razor wire from the gate as some people had rung up to say they'd grace us with their presence. Other than that, my 24th Christmas at "Riverbend" - The horror! The horror! -, was quiet and uneventful.
Which leaves the Grand Finale of the holiday season when we plunge headlong into another year. Or not, as I might just "do a Mr Bean".
