Boxing morning

So I'm in Queensland, where it stayed hot for Christmas, and missed out on the lovely hail and subnormal temperatures enjoyed by Melburnians. On the other hand, I'm hanging out with my family - I got to see my brother and his kids for a couple of days, who I love, and it was especially great to see my nephew. I also met my niece (who's not quite one) for the first time, which was a great surprise - I didn't know she was coming, apparently it was a last-minute thing - and she's among the cutest babies ever. She didn't even puke on me!

I got a load of Christmas presents, which isn't as important, but was a novelty for me. I don't usually get many, if any. This year I feel quite spoiled - some truly wonderful things were delivered by Santa. Threadless got into the action by reprinting my favourite design which I have missed twice before, and I ordered one this morning.

And then, this morning, I heard that James Brown died on Christmas day. I saw him in concert on my birthday a few years ago. The man was probably a bastard, I won't wax lyrical about anything but his musical power, but at least he got to go painlessly in his sleep by the sound of it.

As for you lot, well, love and best wishes to you all. I'll be coming home soon.