That evening, there was more live music in the observation car, and one of the waiters danced a jig, earning raucous applause from passengers who in some cases were only one
glass of champagne away from joining in.
Cooked bacon sandwiches for Sprogs» breakfast (to remove temptation from fridge for The Great Famine
of 2012); did grocery shopping; bought Husband six - pack
of beer for New Year's Eve party; bought chooks 25 kg bag
of scratch mix; staggered to car with 25 kg bag
of scratch mix; washed and hung out two loads
of washing; filled recycling bin with empty bottles and cartons; baked eggshells to make grit for chooks; assembled wraps for Husband and Sprogs for lunch; baked banana bread to use up manky banana supplies; baked biscuits with Sprog 2, who doesn't like banana bread; shut back door 50 times to stop plague
of mozzies getting in; shut front door 20 times to stop plague
of mozzies getting in; killed lots
of mozzies; threw out old magazines and newspapers; put crap
away from recent car trip; cleaned chook shit out
of chook house; sorted three baskets
of clean laundry; unpacked and repacked diswasher; returned to supermarket for forgotten essentials: toilet paper, broccoli, sparklers and last shot
of caffeine before The Great Famine
of 2012; cooked dinner; washed Sprogs» hair and painted Sprog 2's toenails rainbow colours for New Year's Eve party; copped grief from Husband for painting Sprog 2's toenails (some sexualisation nonsense); went to New Year's Eve Party; reluctantly abandoned third
glass of French
champagne after being reminded
of designated driver status; drove Husband and Sprogs home from New Year's Eve party; took Unisom; collapsed in bed at 11.50 pm.