As I type this, it's about 8 am on Christmas morning, in New Zealand...hopefully, the weather will be fine (and its about time; I'm sick of this unseasonably cold spurt Wellington has had over the last couple of days). I want to swim this afternoon, after lunch.
Of course, I may not be able to swim after lunch,- I may just sink to the bottom of the waters at Hataitai Beach because I will be so heavy with Christmas fare.
My friend and I are going to a posh hotel for Christmas lunch. It's a posh hotel buffet at a very expensive price.
"We have to get our money's worth," says my friend. But he's as thin as a rake. And I'm .. curvaceous! I don't know if I can eat my money's worth and still waddle to the beach afterwards.
Have a wonderful day, today ...