Friday, December 29, 2017




CURRARONG CHRISTMAS 

Festival 2017 began with the surreptitious secretion of Kim's Christmas present amongst my discarded winter wear, a safe resort in 30+° weather.  Unlike buying, I view wrapping gifts as pleasurable, as I do another secret holiday vice ~ the "chore" of washing up the breakfast utensils while gazing at the waves breaking over the reef at Currarong. 

Provisioning for the family blowout takes time, planning and purchasing, another first world problem.  Nothing too tasking however for our "A" teaming of Capricorn and Taurean.  Ably advised by professional gourmand Alicia, the car was a moving fragrant cornucopia. 


Departing our cul de sac for the traditional Aussie summer road trip, we passed by a pair of schoolboys listlessly wandering the 'burb poking stuff with sticks.  What jolly japes and wanton weezes have they planned for the hols? 

Drivers with death wishes diced en route to their immediate holiday destinations as male cicadas fizz-filled the bush with their monotonal chirping on scrubby soldier settler farms exotically named Khandahar and Serengeti.  Ocean Blue, our yuletide abode abutting Cormorant Cove aka Pelican Point, finalised our three hour jaunt.  Circa PM Bob Menzies, ancient concrete sealed the sand supporting the multi-coated asbestos exterior. 


Next morning, following a preliminary session of festive cheer, Alicia and Alex prolonged breakfast with endless pots of tea over the chess board and a soundtrack of Kinks, Kingtide, Vile and Neil.  Post-afternoon surf, we repaired to the Sunset Lounge for a refreshing round of Apperol spritz, G&T's and "Greetings from LA". 






Scoring the best possie in Currarong means sharing the view with all and sundry on the JFK memorial bench.  Being such a popular resting spot, the grassy knoll has sunk into a mild depression. Tradies with Bundies, pale Finnish family groups, sun-blasted pensioners, and every man and his dog sat paying homage to the view.



Casting aside John Le Carre's machinations momentarily, I indulged in the must have decorative accessories tantalisingly displayed in the April 2014 edition of House & Garden.  Slimline high definition television from Dick Smith anyone?  Now, where is that collection of Reader's Digest omnibus kept?

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