I’ve used that title before, but it’s just so perfect for this time of year. I expect it was probably exactly this time last year that I used it. I can’t be bothered searching.
So anyway, Christmas has passed and new year is yet to come. We are home for one night between beaches, and far out – life is beautiful.
I love summer holidays. They are the only time of the year that my mother stops working and relaxes. She is one of the most dedicated people I have met and she taught me a work ethic second to none, but she forgets to balance things sometimes. On holiday, she announces that it’s time for a wine every afternoon at 5pm. That’s what I’m talkin’ ’bout… (I’ve stolen that saying from a friend but it so perfectly illustrates how I feel about things).
So tomorrow we drive up country to hang out with friends for a MASSIVE new years celebration. I have stockpiled fireworks from Guy Fawkes, and I am infamous with fireworks. There was the incident where I let a skyrocket off on a friend’s balcony (it richocheted around for a few minutes) and he got a formal warning from the body corporate. And the time in Mauritius where the police got involved. Fireworks mean fun. And there’s going to be fun…
Once we are all broken and temporarily funned out, we are heading even further up north to yet another beach, where we’ll hang out with the family. That’s when 5pm wines start. (Before that, to be honest, I expect we’ll be well plastered by 5pm). After a week of doing nothing in the sun, I’m back to work.
But I’m not thinking about that until then.
Right now it’s all about the long hot days of summer.