Its Almost Christmas.

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Well, what with having spent 5 months of the year gallivanting the globe, and the past 6 weeks ping-ponging from Perth to Adelaide to Melbourne to Sydney and back to Melbourne with a dash of Bright thrown in, all of a sudden Christmas is tomorrow and my head is still stuck back in September somewhere. It hasn't helped that I'm paying the price for having so much time away from work, and I'm the lucky duck who gets to press her nose against the grindstone right up until 17:30 on Christmas Eve.

Lucky for me Roger has been able to run around battling Christmas shopping crowds and ferrying BD hither, thither, and yon. The one thing he can't do is take the dog for a walk. In the dog's world walks only happen with a woman and I am the chosen one. 

The streets of Malvern are dressed for Christmas.  No gaudy lights or tinsel here: safely ensconced behind privacy fences with security intercoms, the denizens of Malvern have a coordinated suburban chic of red tulle bows on trees and gates. It's all suitably tasteful.


Thus I spend my spare time on slow walks around my current well-to-do neighbourhood, counting tulle bows,  nodding to the tradesmen, and taking pictures of flowers while the sniffingest dog in the world presses her nose up against any fence that has a cat on the other side of it.

Not to mention pictures of snails having breakfast, because when you are walking the sniffingest dog in the world there is plenty of time to commune with snails.

To all the family and friends, and the people who drop in from all over the world,  I wish you a Merry Christmas and may you all enjoy slow walks with a dog.

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