Sunday Magazine

Yes it's two days late, but on Sunday the SST ran my Christmas letter to my bottom. And no, that is not a typo. Click here to read.  

Friday's Christmas party

One of the joys of contracting in the private sector is the generous Xmas party. As these photos show,

Friday's party included all kinds of alcohol-inspired hilarity (especially involving the photobooth).

Unlike some, though, I was home at the respectable time of 10pm; stories around the watercooler this morning reminded me why I no longer have the desire, or the capacity, to watch the sun come up whilst marinating my liver in the entire contents of the bar.

But it was a lot of fun - and I got to bust out the gold sequins. Any day you get to wear something that's surely visible from space is a day to give thanks.

     

Today's Chrissie party

Was with the doggie meetup group. We started with a walk on the South Coast and then repaired to the glorious Rogue & Vagabond pub where we drank Pimms, ate pizza and marvelled at how,  when the sun shines and the southerlies are off bothering someplace else, there is no better place in the world to be.

Btw, if you should find yourself in the vicinity of Glover Street, pop in and say hello to the pub's resident bulldog, Bruce.

Keeping an eye on what we see

Today's Canvas Magazine (NZ Herald) runs my profile of Dr Andrew Jack, NZ's Chief Censor (click here to read).

Putting my party pants on

I hope this isn't how I feel tomorrow. Or Sunday. Or the day after that.

I have three Christmas parties in three days, kicking off tonight with my work soiree. I have lined my stomach, raided the bathroom cabinet for Panadol and girded my loins for seasonal madness.

Let the marathon begin...

(Pic: Google Images)  
   

#Tastesbetterthanitlooks

I'm not about to embrace the idiocy that is Twitter (and its equally insane hashtag protocol), but even I have to admit this photo of tonight's dinner - fish vindaloo made from my father's recipe - is not the least bit Tweetable or Instagrammable or any other ridic channels ending in 'able'.

It did, however, taste bloody good, so in your eye crazy digital world!

A shout out also to Papa Bear Stephenson for sending me the recipe; it's the first time I've made it and I'm guessing it will become a regular fixture in mi cochina.

     

One year

A year ago today we got the news - that Ms Molly's San Francisco vet had found a tumour on her spleen and sent her to doggy heaven.

So much has happened in that year: good things and not so good things, belly laughs, tears and the full colour wheel of emotion. But not once have we forgotten the wee scrap of black and white fur we brought home from the Wellington SPCA so many years ago.

You brought much joy into our lives Mollmoll, and I'd like to think that you're celebrating your first anniversary in heaven with as many schmackoes and belly rubs as your heart desires. Go well, sweet one...