After having eaten 365 bowls of porridge and 365 pawpaws for breakfast; after having fed the ducks and the resident possum 365 times; after having taken 365 afternoon naps on the verandah; after having watched the evening news 365 times; after having drunk countless cups of tea and slightly fewer glasses of wine and read even slightly fewer books; and before capping off each day by listening to Late Night Live at ten past ten 261 times (Phillip Adams broadcasts only from Monday to Friday); we are again to celebrate an event that started with the immaculate conception in Mary's womb of someone called Jesus on March the 25th, and finished bang on time nine months later - a miracle in itself! - in a year which no one is certain about, and others claim to have never happened at all.
Also right bang on time I'm about to have my annual bath and change of underwear - another miracle! - because, YES, IT'S CHRISTMAS AGAIN!!!
Feliz Navidad from the bottom of my bath!
