So this is christmas

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Drank a sledgeload of beer Crimbobs eve, only to get woken at 7 am, by Rico.... our ritual is to exchange presents after midnight crimbo eve, but Ricky woke us nonetheless early doors to see what he had from the Big man... kevin almost got him to write a letter to daddy crimbo, but he backed out at the last.
The lads had had a bit of a running joke, about Ricky only getting a pair of undies from Crazy Clarke’s (bit like pound stretcher or what shops), due to not doing his letter, and had divvied up on Christmas eve to go shopping, before all bumping into each other in Crazys.
The presents were passed around, along with the ones we’d brought over from the UK, and everyone seemed pretty happy - even Ricky donned his glow in the dark y-fronts that we’d bought him, think they were size 7-8 years!! Cevan also got two fetching pairs, include silk boxer shorts with cartoon writing on them saying “touch my funny bone” - he has even worn them a couple of times since, although not in public!!
Then we got down to the nitty gritty of roasties. Debbie had refused to make them on the basis that it was too hot - we were having none of that - Christmas = roasties, so we peeled about 5kilos of spuds and got to making them into magnificent roasties. People started arriving about 2pm and much beer, wine, roasties and vodka was consumed. There was a house full including Sarah, Carlos & baby Demi, Janet & Tamsin from the Gold Coast & Janets mum who was over from Liverpool, Carol & Melvin with their two sons, Carol’s brother & his wife.
Melvin & Carol had brought a load of fresh prawns which Melvin sat and shelled for people to eat, Alex had a go once all the more gruesome parts had been removed, when Kevin came up with the idea of giving Tyson (the dog) some of the prawns heads as he was mooching about under the table. The poor auld dog looked a bit strange with these big orange whiskers sticking out his snout, but chowed down regardless. A couple of hours later there began an impromptu game of who smelt it dealt it, there was a bad smell knocking about and all the women started to accuse their husbands of having dropped a rather potent bum note, cue the fellas all shouting back “Not me, it was him” Tyson just lay beneath the table with a smug grin dropping fishy farts like McNiff himself.
They had hired a karaoke machine which provided much hilarity - especially later on in the night, where Alex did a suite of duets, with Lacey, Janet & Melvin. Alex got so drunk she fell down the side of the bed, and then woke fully clothed at 5am the next morning - good night had by all.
The next few days were spent in a haze of car yards. We had decided to buy a car in Queensland to drive back down to Sydney, and Kevin was so pleased about this as it meant he could revel in his favourite hobby of car shopping - after about, err two, they all blurred into one for Alex, to be fair it was Boxing Day and the weather had caught up with us from Liverpool - the so called golden mile of car yards on Logan Road was not the ideal hangover cure! Alex was not amused but father and son went to yard after yard, even a car auction.
All the cars we liked, Kevin offered a different opinion on, everyone he liked the look of we we’re thinking nah bit formulaic, nothing strange to draw us to it, and Ricky kept butting in with his wealth of experience on what we should be seen in (what he would want to buy from us in a couple of years). On 28th we managed to escape Kevvy Kev and went on our own. We found a lovely black beetle that we took for a test drive and both really liked. So much so we put a deposit down and were going to sort out the final details later. When we broke the news to Kevin he said “nah, you don’t want a beetle, it’s a birds car.... don’t buy a car just coz it’s got a vase in it” after much discussion, the car purchase was cancelled the next morning, before we took off on our week in Straddie.

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