‘Tis the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse………unless you can class the sound of our tummies creaking with maximum capacity being pushed to new levels.

Christmas this year will be another adventure. Despite a few lovely invitations to join new friends for Christmas revelry, we had previously elected to have a picnic, a decadent picnic may I add. It is planned for the Hamilton Gardens which we have become so fond of. We are hoping that not too many other people choose to do the same so we will be able to pick our spot – possibly in the walled Italian Renaissance Garden? Or the fragrant herb garden with its lavenders and mints? Perhaps even the 16th century Indian Garden with is stunning colours and unpretentious water fountains? Or maybe all of them even, who knows. With an esky in hand, have food – will travel! As we eat, we will be sure to reminisce about our family and friends and trust that they are doing the same of us.

Everyone here has been so welcoming and outgoing. For the few months prior to arrival, we were made to feel very wanted with offers of accommodation, advice and encouragement. Upon arrival, this has continued and I am confident will stay the case. Our earliest few days were overwhelming with welcomes and smiles all round. Everyone seemed genuinely pleased to have us come in to their small and familiar work environment. I sense that I am at a point now where I am relaxing and joining in on jokes and conversations, not as a stranger trying to fit in, but a recent addition to the team.

I wish everyone a sensational time over the next few days and that the laughter and food continues in abundance. Contemplating the memories of you all will be the best Christmas gift I receive this year. Thankyou, for all of them.

Live as you will have wished to have lived when you are dying.