Today's going to be weird. Not only in that I'm missing the traditional Christmas madness that is Christmas with my family but that I'm going to be on Bondi beach topping up my tan rather than pulling on that additional Christmas woolly jumper and grabbing a spot by the fire. I've tried to escape the madness of Christmas back home for a couple of years, with limited success. In days gone by, it was the highlight of my year - Christmas Eve in The Railway, catching up with old friends who, like me, had moved away but returned for the annual festivities, then Christmas Day with a minimum attendance of 10 at Mum's, which would be a full-on eat and drink fest from 8am until everyone fell asleep in an arm chair. My reasons for trying
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