Oh, how I loved to poke and prod at the presents under the tree when I was little. And, oh how, when they were little, I tried to outwit my own kids’ attempts to snoop on Santa.
In November last year, as if getting hugged (you could say mugged) by a monkey wasn’t enough I went along to the Lopburi Monkey festival. It’s a huge feast in honour of the monkeys. But they are expected to wait till the speeches are done and the gong has sounded.
But, like kids everywhere, some just can’t wait.
This year we’re having a classic Kiwi Christmas. Nineteen of us at a bach by the beach, eating too much and drinking more than we should, playing secret Santa games and laughing till our sides hurt. When we’ve had enough of that maybe we’ll go for a swim or a walk.
And then, a few days later, John and me – we’re going on an adventure. One that will take us off the beaten track. To a place where the WiFi will be unreliable, perhaps non-existent. We’ll probably see more monkeys. I’ll be keeping my distance – at least, that’s the plan.
Posts are likely to be erratic but they’ll be interesting. And maybe some of them will raise a laugh because, one thing’s for sure, I’ll still be me.
Thank-you for reading my blog this year. And sharing your reactions. I’ve had fun. I hope you have, too.
Merry Christmas! And a Very Happy New Year to each and everyone of you.