Christmas
The internet censorship protest was wet and soggy. Jen and I had a bit of a walk around the city beforehand, checking out the Myer windows. The windows weren't as fun as I think they've been in previous years, but at least there wasn't much of a wait to see. We met up with Nic and his brother and wandered over to the library.
I forgot to count how many people were milling about, but I'd guess vaguely somewhere between 100 and 400. I bumped into Miz, Biccy and some guy from uni I know.
Mum hosted the Christmas lunch at Rosebud, so Little Miss and I went down a little early to putter about helping set things up. Little Miss stayed for the week, but I went home and came down again with Jen on Christmas eve. Yay for getting to have my kitten all to myself for Christmas!
I think I did quite well in terms of haul. I finally got a luggage rack for my bike. It took a wee bit of bracket-bending to get it on, but it's noooice.
It was a Livingston Christmas (the Jonses had been invited, but it ended up just being Livingstons) but it was a quiet one. We played backyard cricket and ate lots.