Last Sunday I was woken at 4.30am by the rain hitting the bedroom window.
My heart sank.
I had just spent the whole of Saturday chopping, whipping and cooking up a storm as Sunday was the day of my Annual Christmas Picnic.
Being a true Melburnian, I ploughed on....and with the rain still falling, we located the bushiest tree we could find for shelter and unloaded the goods. I was expecting the phone calls to begin....friends pulling out due to the weather, but to my astonishment (and relief), it didn't happen, and in fact, when I look back at the day, it was one of my favourite picnics so far!
And so another year is done and dusted.