Sunshine n Sleigh Bells

IT'S getting easier, this Christmas in the sun thing. No more do I enjoy a 'cool yule'.

And I've been getting some funny looks this arvo, as I drive to work in my Ute with the windows down and the sounds of Wizzard blasting out from the stereo. As Roy Wood croons out how he wishes it could be Christmas every day, I feel as if it is.

I love living on the peninsula. Every day I have to remind myself how lucky we are to have been given the opportunity to move out here. The bay views. The colourful and quirky beach huts. The social life. Oh my word. The social life. I'm craving a quiet night in but in the days leading upto the main event, it aint going to happen.

I'm working shifts galore with start times varying from 7am on Sunday mornings right through to midweek lates that see me get home at 10.45pm. The early rising on weekend morns plays absolute havoc with my alcohol intake the night before, as in not enough, and the late finishes mean I miss out on any social events that have been planned.

I really have to get myself sorted with a more family friendly job. Husband seems to think I'd be better off full time in an office job than having two part time jobs with the obscure hours that one of them attracts.

I've come round to his way of thinking so am on the lookout for such like. But am in no immediate hurry, I'll just bide my time until the perfect little number presents itself to me. Maybe I'll get the winning scratchie on Christmas morning and won't have to worry about meeting the mortgage repayments ever again but for now, on the lookout I am.