A great Christmas Day

Christmas Day this year was one of the best ever, starting with me leaving Wellington at 8.00 a.m. and collapsing exhausted into bed in a motel in Bulls around midnight.

Normally Christmas Day is a fairly sedate affair with just my brother and parents, plus two or three nuns from the Home of Compassion Hospital where Dad used to work. We have no first cousins at all as Dad is an only child and Mum