Home Alone.

I have mentioned before the weirdness of the approach of the festive season in these tropical climes but I will say it again...it is very odd walking into the cool of an air-conditioned supermarket from the baking heat of the car park to hear Paul McCartney “Simply having a wonderful Christmas-time.”. It’s all very ‘Twilight Zone-y’ to me and is going to take a lot of getting used to. Apparently, house decoration for the festive season is pretty serious over here and there is already one house just up the road that twinkles at night like Blackpool illuminations....but we are not even in December yet and there will be more to come. There was a whole segment on the news the other night that listed local areas to visit once December starts where the neighbours in whole streets festoon their houses in twinkling tat! Will has promised a tour one night.Will has an induction evening tonight for the parents of the new starters in the new school year and he is going it alone while the Kindergarten teacher is tied up with a domestic medical emergency. He took Dulcie to the optometrist this morning. I had to stay home alone in case the ‘Blue Care’ (home-help) woman came. I was hoping she would because I wanted to find out if she had caught that ‘King Brown that was running, slithering wild about her place. We didn’t see her. She came later in the morning when Will and I were out shopping for and hunting down the bargains Dulcie wanted.This evening he went off to the Kindergarten having prepared his power point presentation and having cooked our tea...Butter Chicken. His brother Danny and sister, Wendi were coming for tea with Dulcie and I. I was ‘home alone’ again with Will’s family. It was quite daunting. They are all lovely and all I had to do was steam some bok choy, cook the rice and toast the naan but I was sooo nervous!All went well however. As usual the talk ended up on the subject of snakes! Wendi had seen a large carpet snake (python) heading onto her roof from a nearby tree and later that night she and her husband heard thumping sounds coming from the attic. Her husband, Geoff went up to and saw two male pythons battling for the territory. They heard the loser slithering away later in the night.“Did you not block up the holes where they got in?” I asked.“No” she said, “they can’t get in the house.”So I told her the story of Ros’s Possum...You wouldn’t think they could get in...but they can eat your walls down!