Languid, listless, lazy and deliciously so – without a hint of  WASP guilt!
The turkey and ham are almost all gone. The prawns are in the freezer awaiting New Year’s Day.
My car blew a water hose on Boxing Day while showing Grandma the local Christmas lights.
I was chuffed I could get a mechanic out at short notice today – not so chuffed when he declared major surgery and the tow truck took it away to some workshop to await machinists’ return in the New Year.
Ah well, back to delicious languor and a short sortie in my wife’s car to the local mall to spend some book vouchers.
Now I can make my soporific stupor productive with Christos Tsiolkas ‘The Slap’ and Geraldine Brooks ‘Caleb’s Crossing’.
Where’s that hammock?