I have been out and about with Micky and we have had some great talks as we have dropped off presents and picked up biscuits and last minute Christmas goodies. Micky took me to visit her friend the artist Wendy Littlewood. She is a potter and ceramics painter. She paints life on her pots and they seem so whimsical but they are fabulous and so unique. Micky has quite a few pieces and they are a cross between mosaics and painting. She paints beautiful stories onto the objects she creates. Her terrace house is in East Sydney and full of her art. Very charming in this tiny terrace house. It is almost like a dolls house in size but it is jam packed with art, cats, and a dog.
When we returned home we needed to get organised for the dinner tonight. We prepared all the verges and the meat was pretty easy. I'd made the brandy sauce yesterday so we were on schedule. The margaritas came out and the meats went into the oven along with the vegetables. There were twelve for dinner and soon we were all assembled.
There was a lot of joking. We talked about what Christmas means to us and generally had a great time together. I feel so lucky to be part of this family. Even though Peter has passed away I am considered still very much part of the family. That sort of inclusiveness isn't always there as my mother found. I feel so fortunate that I get on well with the whole family.
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