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The family were up for the better part of last week and it was nice to see them all in one spot again. Our nuclear unit (minus the missing 0.4 of a child) doesn't get together that often these days, with us being an island length apart and all that. The parentals are swanning off to Niue on Christmas Day this year for a little R&R (good for some, eh?), so we'll miss most of the traditional December/January gathering this time round. I'll have to see if they can pick me up a cheap .NU at duty-free.

Anyway, my mum and my sister Michelle did their level best to spend the better part of the GDP of Burkina Faso at local retailing establishments. That faint rustling sound you may have heard was the sound of a thousand Wellington shopkeepers simultaneously rubbing their hands in glee.

Michelle's scrapbooking zeal continues unabated so she had me manacled to the PC for a few hours over the weekend, scanning and printing further copies of old photos. One that wasn't so old was this little gem, taken in the latter part of 1974 if I've managed to put the right date on my youthful good looks:

That bear is still rattling around at home somewhere ... much more frayed and gnawed at than in that photo if truth be told. And didn't I have just the best taste in chemises you've ever seen? Personal stylists were two a penny back then, of course.
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