'Twas the night before Christmas, and for people depressed,
Expectations of joy, may instead leave you stressed... The anxious may find, that rather than "cheer", Their social commitments cause feelings of fear. Elation! Delight! That's the typical norm, All those Christmasy things leave you fuzzy and warm! Most people get this, and wouldn't assume, The emotion you're feeling, is actually "gloom".
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Good StuffVisiting some friends in Taree, we began what became a grand tradition of "Finding a lovely beach that you can't really swim at, but you can still appreciate" by taking a day trip to nearby Forster. That was mostly nice, and was helped enormously by the world's most tenacious pelican trying to invade a fishing store.
New Zealanders haven't quite mastered the English language. It's not as terrible as the American attempt at the mother tongue (YEH I SAID IT), but there are definitely a few turns of phrase that will be unfamiliar to the travelling Brit (depressed or not). As a public service—and since my blog is doing quite nicely these days—I thought I'd compile a short list to help people out. Don't think of me as a hero.
Boredom is the worst. You ever get that special kind of bored feeling, where it's like someone has draped a thick slab of lard across your head and body and then sat on it? There's a tangible weight that sort of makes you feel uncomfortable and itchy and fuzzy and queasy. I hate that feeling
Good StuffWe head North from Sydney to the beautiful Hunter Valley region. Wine growing, wine tasting, wine drinking, and a superb wedding for some friends, meaning we stayed in this 'ere pretend-Mediterranean style villa. The herds (herds? flocks? bounces?) of wild kangaroos and the sun made these few days some of the best we've had so far. Did I mention wine? Wine. Bad StuffScientific fact: Weddings are stressful. Much as it wasn't mine, I was involved in the proceedings and at times it got a bit hectic. There was also the problem of finding a nice place to hang out when the air is thick with eleventy billion flies the size of roofing tiles, but these are minor nitpicks.
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