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Carols Callala Style

Carols ...

It was the same, it was different - but it was still fun!

Last year, carols was inside, with snow softly falling, a table laden with goodies to eat.  We sang Silent Night is six different languages.

This year we sat outside - in a light misty drizzle which was most untypical for the weather. We nibbled at our picnics and drank LOADS of champagne.

We sang Aussie carols. Noone requested 'In the Bleak Mid-winter'.

We did sing 'I'm dreaming of a white Christmas' and the lyrics rang truer than ever for my family.

Phew, we survived school, bring on Christmas

Is this an interview dress?

Mum and dad

The toll of battling Parkinsons is really telling on my mother. Although, she looks hollow and empty here in this photo, she can be quite jolly in real life. Her mind is slipping, she worries about phantom things (largely inspired by television I fear).She has lucid moments... but it really is more and more rare tobe able to have a coherent conversation with her. The main thing is comfort and diversion and a few laughs.

Looking south from kiama- everytime I go to visit my parents I have this view on the drive back. We live past the mountain, about 50 minutes from this spot.