Thinking of Christmas

This is going to be one with a difference. I am sitting in the recliner in the sitting room in my nightdress at 6.30 am, listening to Bella whining softly her desire to walk and talk and Al talking to a customer! Yes we are having a three day garage sale Thursday Friday and Saturday. We missed out on marketing last weekend – no place for us – I tried to suggest that the Christmas Story applied but struck remarkable unsympathy!!! LOL. So we stuck up some signs on the roads around our place and hoped for the best. 6 people came and 3 spent a total of $12. Very disappointing. When we went to take the signs down they had all been removed!!! Anyway this time it is in the newspaper and that is obviously a good thing. Al will look after it today and tomorrow and I will do it on Saturday. Then on Sunday we will go together to get the milk and find time to eat our special dinner – crayfish, prawns, mayonnaise, rocket and lettuce with celery and carrots, olives and the pickled veg Al loves, Jardinera I think it is called, then Christmas pudding, mince pies and stollen with brandy butter and custard. Hope there are still stocks in the shops when I finally get there. We won’t have a drink until the 26th after work as Al is working and then down to Heritage Park – north of Coffs Harbour and lots of beach and family.

Angela and Kevin’s dream home is well on its way to completion and we are looking forward to seeing it and being with them. Bella will be with us, just hope she behaves herself and we can keep track of her toileting so that it is not turned into tank traps!!

I hope this all sounds chirpy and positive but there are a few downsides – like I have so been missing going to church and having the Christmas rituals and music. And of course the big one is that the children are all in South Africa – at least they will be together in Johannesburg so we will be able to have a bit of a family skype on the day but still that does feel a bit bleak as it did last year and has done on other Christmases past. Nonetheless we are very fortunate always to have been able to have wonderful food and good company although not always each others’, so never a really dud Christmas. Well not quite never… my first divorced Christmas when the children went to Joe was pretty lousy. I tried then to enjoy it all alone but didn’t at all. I have never tried it again.

So to all of you, my merry blog readers, Christmas as a time for being together, remembering the birth of the baby who then had to be sacrificed to save us from our sins, eating delicious special food and drink and generally finding space to be and feel a bit special is almost upon us and I wish you a virtual/ly fabulous break, Christmas blessings with friends and family and lots of p and q.


About retrocentricaussie

We are a pair of ageing 'gypsies' who find junk and sell antiques, especially objects from the art nouveau/art deco years and old and well-loved tools. We also occasionally buy antiques as well!! We haunt clearance sales, garage sales, charity shops and sometimes dumps. Lately we have even been to a 'proper' auction. The thrill is in the chase for good stuff at prices we can afford and still sell the items on at a profit sufficient to support us. We recycle what other people don't want anymore, we find new homes for nice things. We sell at markets and antique fairs, swap meets and wherever else we can find. Our clientele are mostly ordinary people who want something they can afford that will enhance their quality of life. We are especially pleased when generation Y buy from us. It suggests that appreciation of quality and good design is still part of our modern aesthetic.
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