Hey everybody, sorry for the blogging break, it didn’t even dawn on me to ask Bert if his parents place in France has internet - it doesn’t - or rather, it didn’t, it does now, they got it the day after we left.

Anyway Christmas was pretty good. We didn’t have snow in France but then again there was no snow here so I didn’t feel like I was missing out. Berts family actually avoided all of the expected stresses - there was no pressure to go skiing every day, Bert and his brother didn’t spend every meal throwing around insults like ‘you naive communist’ and ‘you heartless capitalist’, and everybody was still talking to everybody else by the time we left.

In my books (with my rather tumultuous family) that is a successful Christmas.

Due to a decided lack of luggage space Bert and I decided to split Christmas into two parts so we didn’t have to lug presents half way around the world and back again. So we get Christmas tomorrow as well (yay).

Last night I pulled out the presents I wrapped for Bert before I left and there is one that I can’t for the life of me remember. I’ve tried poking and shaking it to see if it jogs any memories of what I may have bought but I’m not getting any tickles of recolection. In a way I’m almost as excited about finding out what the mystery package for Bert is as I am about getting my own presents.

Anyway, I am back at work now so I should actually get back to work.