My Christmas alone

Well, abandoned by family, and now a widower and an orphan, how did my Christmas Day go?

Quite well actually. I went through my normal morning routine. Last night I spoke to one of Ray's sisters and tried to call another, but she wasn't answering. Phyllis and Kosov gave me some liqueur filled chocolates last night, with a card. Sweet.

Kosov left for work at about ten, and on the doorstep was a bag with a card and gifts from neighbour HH, an identical box of liqueur filled chocolates, and small packets of chocolates for the lads. How sweet.

I posted something on Bragbook as a Christmas greeting, the same as I posted here. People seemed to like the Paris 'flash mob' clip. 

Sister called, and has arrived in Newcastle after spending a few days in York. They have a comfortable apartment on the edge of city. It was a nice chat. Jo has been accepted in a performing arts course next year in Ballarat. It seems like they will buy a car for her from their neighbours opposite where they live. The car will have to be moved from one side of the street to the other.  

They will celebrate Christmas with Ray's favourite sister and her daughter at England's Sunday roast time, 3pm. Boxing Day they will party with Ray's youngest sister's son and many family members. 

I needed coffee and surely I can get some in the city. Every big place, and many small, are closed on Christmas Day. I caught the Metro train to State Library, and again became confused with the lifts. A station customer service person wished me Merry Christmas, and we had a nice chat. 

Oh dear, I ended up in Hungry Jacks, is it Burger King elsewhere? I ordered on a screen a cheeseburger, onion rings and a strawberry thick shake. The thick shake was nice. I then ordered an espresso from Jack's Cafe, and took it outside where I sat on a bench, and the coffee was actually quite good. 

Once back home, the day drifted past as I did various things. Phyllis was home, and then went off to meet his cousin and the cousin's friend who may offer him a job. He returned home and went out again to meet up with Miss Capital City of Peru. My plans of some home dusting and cleaning went to hell. I spoke to my ABI Brother, briefly as always. He is used to a family gathering on Christmas Day, so I just checked that he was ok, and he was. 

Phyllis cooked meatballs, fried egg and rice for dinner and we sat and ate it together, along with large papadam each.  National Lampoon's Christmas was on tv. It is not as good as I remembered it. 

So, that was my Christmas Day, one essentially without family, but that will be made up tomorrow with aside from Sister and hers, every other family member. 

Our building's foyer decorations.