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Beau Peep Notice Board => Outpourings => Topic started by: Diane CBPFC on September 22, 2008, 06:47:46 PM
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...the trees have turned their magnificent shades, there is a chill in the air, this is my favourite time of the year! My hubby and I celebrated our 22nd anniversary on Saturday - we went out for dinner in the city. He cleared some junk off my share of the bench seat of his pick up truck and tried to talk me into seeing some guy/car chase/shoot 'em up movie...but at least he is good looking for an old fella.
So what do you do when you feel all autumny? Bring out the wooly sweaters? Bake apple pies? Sart up cozy evening fires in the fireplace?
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I'm going to get Lucy to clean my toilet/bathroom. She adores me and I know she'd do anything to please me, (so I may as well give her the jobs I don't like).
It's not really a celebration of the changing of the seasons I know, but it'll be an event in itself.
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Diane, this is also my favourite time of year. We had the chimney swept last Friday and our first coal/log fire of the Winter on Saturday. Love it. We have also just enjoyed three consecutive days of sunshine, albeit the crispy, Autumnal kind, which makes it the longest dry spell for ages.
It'll soon be Christmas, guys.
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I got attacked by midges this afternoon.
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I got attacked by midgets this afternoon.
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Diane, this is also my favourite time of year. We had the chimney swept last Friday and our first coal/log fire of the Winter on Saturday. Love it. We have also just enjoyed three consecutive days of sunshine, albeit the crispy, Autumnal kind, which makes it the longest dry spell for ages.
It'll soon be Christmas, guys.
Oh, I miss Christmas in Scotland. The one thing I've never got used to here is Christmas in the heat, especially when the family insists on the full turkey dinner. The air conditioning can't cope with two ovens going, temps in the 30s outside, and me expiring while the brussel sprouts boil over.
Christmas is supposed to be about short, cold, crisp days when it gets dark at 3pm and you can actually see the lights on the Christmas trees, shopping in the dark with all the Christmas lights on and warming up with open fires and hot drinks.
It just never feels right here. Everybody whinged about the cold summer we had last year - only one day over 30 degrees in Sydney, or something like that. I thought it was wonderful.
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What Joan said.
I know it's a halcyon past that most people think never existed, but I DO remember horse drawn carriages and blokes with top hats and scarves lighting the Narnia lamps and little street urchins with their faces up against the sweetie store window looking at the striped candy canes.
Well all right, that was off a card, but I certainly do remember the smell of the coal fire and the snow outside, and the dark nights and the Christmas carols.
I'm not religious, but Christmas was never a religious but a cultural thing for me, just as I can still smell the candles inside the hollowed out pumpkin at Halloween.
I'm looking forward to being the fat old grandpa who, having been down the pub with his mates, plays peep-bo with his grandkids then falls asleep after the Christmas dinner. Trouble is, there are no pubs here and no prospects of any grandchildren before I pop my clogs.
So instead, I shall become a hermit, live in a cave, do nothing but draw my cartoons, and everyone can all f*ck off.
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You old romantic, Malc.
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Diane, this is also my favourite time of year. We had the chimney swept last Friday and our first coal/log fire of the Winter on Saturday. Love it. We have also just enjoyed three consecutive days of sunshine, albeit the crispy, Autumnal kind, which makes it the longest dry spell for ages.
It'll soon be Christmas, guys.
the family insists on the full turkey dinner. The air conditioning can't cope with two ovens going,
Stand your ground and get the family to hire another woman to help with the second oven. It is Christmas after all.
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the family insists on the full turkey dinner. The air conditioning can't cope with two ovens going,
Stand your ground and get the family to hire another woman to help with the second oven. It is Christmas after all.
Oh, I have the other woman already - his name's Trevor, and ever since I went to Scotland for Christmas and left him to do it by himself one year, he's been well trained, able (and willing, believe it or not) to lend a hand.
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(Adopts Ian Durie voice)
Clev-ah...Trev-ah!
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;D ;D ;D
I can always rely on you guys to make me chuckle. Don't know how I got through the day before I discovered you lot. There's always something here to make me laugh out loud.
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We haven't had Mince's picture on here for ages, Joan.