I was up at sparrow fart because my puppy demanded breakfast and doesn't understand the concept of a sleep in, he's all fed and asleep on the lounge now.
My next job was to pick up the contents of the wheelie bin that got spread across the driveway from last nights storm.
Now I'm on the lounge next to him, sipping my coffee and watching the chickens prowl around the goat paddock while the greenery peeks out of the stubble. The water tanks are over flowing and a bit over 30ml of rain was probably the best christmas present we could have hoped for.
Soon the wife and the moody teenagers will emerge, MIL and her yappy dog will drop in and the shredding of paper and feasting to the point of regret will commence.
I can't wait to open my big present, I wonder what it is?