I went and caught some cray fish, immersing myself in the Aussie culture... ok that's a big fat lie! Cam caught them and I held them... and dropped one (no surprise to anyone who knows me!). After losing a leg off one of them Cam put them in the fridge. Alive. In the fridge. Alive. My head was confused at watching these things slowly comatose, legs and feelers twitching. I decided to name them, Walt and Disney, which amused me greatly (probably more apt in the freezer but amusing nonetheless), and my goodness did they taste delicious! I want my own cray pot now, have to learn the skill of not letting them plummet to the floor and lose limbs.
That evening we went to the children's school concert at Leuwinn Estate, I enjoyed myself, sat outside on the grass, eating sushi, drinking a sneaky gin, despite the little bit of rain and soy sauce spillage (not me for a change! Yay!). The singing left a lot to be desired but I got in to the groove anyway, as the older years performed there was more singing and less shouting. I would be best in one of the younger classes with my banshee style howling.
On Saturday we headed to the beach, it was quite windy but the water was a hell of a lot warmer than it had been the other day! I went with suncream on, sunglasses and hat. I think all of that came off after doing my best to try and jump over the waves, come on, don't pretend you've never tried; there's an inner child in all of us wanting to not get taken down by a massive wave! 
The sand was golden and the sea was a beautiful clear blue. Before we arrived the boys were reminded to look out for sharks and be careful of rip tides. I had a quick peer for sharks, and I think I was the scariest beast on that beach haha. I was quite obviously the palest person on the beach... not hard given I'm practically see-through. When we got back, free of sand and showered off the salt water, most people had a nap, some people were snoring loudly! Then the boys and I watched Box Trolls, awesome film, why have I not seen it sooner?
That night I tagged along to the Margaret River running club Christmas function at the winery, my goodness did I get sozzled, luckily no pictures of that! Who knows what I would look like! (I'm sure there'll be plenty of drunken pictures in time for those of you desperate for a good chuckle). There were plenty of characters around and I had a right good laugh, there was pizza and some form of cured ham which I couldn't get enough of, I shouldn't have stood near the table - easy accessible food and easy accessible wine. There was also a Scots man and a Londoner there, as well as the Scouser(me), we had the beginning of a classic joke! I was also coined with the name "Gourmet Traveller", I'll have that quite happily, there was much laughing about it too. What made the "Gourmet Traveller" funnier for me in my drunken state was the gent that knighted me the name was completely sober and still laughing hysterically. The ride home seemed to be where it all went down hill, then I was slumped in to the couch with my eyes wanting to sleep and my stomach wanting to regurgitated the delicious food; that wasn't going to happen! So water and bed it was.
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My head wasn't too bed the next day but the sun was blazing and I couldn't comprehend how anyone can get in the Christmas mood with the sun 'cracking the flags', as the saying goes. I spent most of the day in my pyjamas doing puzzles; I had a super lazy day! The boys and I were all snuggled up on the couch watching Home Alone and I was trying to brain wash myself to get in the Christmas spirit. I'm not too worried just yet as I don't usually do Christmas until post-birthday anyway, so I'll be rocking all the Christmas songs then and sticking on the reindeer ears, and dreaming of a... white... Christmas?
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