Post Christmas my muscles turn to jelly...

... as all the tension oozes out of my body, via my extremities.

Fab: over for another year, two days of EXTREME family action. My rather sweet mother has unloaded her fridge into mine, I'm the only person at my place as the flatties are away at various parents' in various provincial cities. And then I fed the five hundred yesterday - all the Male Types of the Family, sans Josh given his current address in Scotland. Very pleasant tho', wasn't stressed at all (not very Me-like). More food moved into the fridge. I may be eating salad and cold meat for The Rest of the Week.

I love Nat Rad during summer, especially Matinee Idol which is a five hour joke, I think. Listened to a Sarah Vaughn concert yesterday afternoon which was rather pleasant, while preparing salads of various complexity and mis-reading icing recipes. I have a Nat Rad tee-shirt now and I think I look rather spunky in my Groupie Gear, am planning to stand about in front of Radio New Zealand House and give intense looks to those radio types I recognise. Hm, so mostly Kim Hill, the Boy, Johnny and the terribly vain German girl.

If only I recognised Sean Plunket also. Apparently he is Big.