In 55 minutes

In 55 minutes, the year will be over and all the brouhaha will start. Have to remember to date cheques as 2006.  I have just opened a dozen oyters, panfried prawns in onions, tomato and olive oil, steamed a kilo’s worth of clams and now settling with a cold Californian Rose out in the deck. It’s been a hot day. 42 degC... the house still steams. My neighbour John has organised a three piece jazz band. The music is cool. The air outside the deck is purer, cooler... I write this on my laptop by candlelight. Something dichomtomous about this, but heck... not going to think about it too much.

So ... hello. Theres a very cold sparkling shiraz waiting for me and a non-vintage Chandon in the fridge. The kids have been told they’ll be eating next year (and hence begin all the “next year” jokes).  I’ve worked hard, but not worked proud.  Maybe next year.  

This Beringer Rose is rather appetizing. Going to have a shower and at some point in time, eat drink and be merry.... and also swat some mosquitoes.