Neighbourhood Christmas Party Report

Yesterday there was a little gathering at our immediate neighbours' house with more far-flung neighbours from half-a-dozen or so other houses along our road, with beer and festive cupcakes with green and red smarties on them. It was good fun.

In conversation with a retired accountant from down the road (the white house behind the trees) I mentioned that my degrees were from James Cook University, upon which he immediately started bad-mouthing the place. Alarmed, I asked why, and he told me he would never forgive them for how they had treated Bob Carter. I suppose, come to think of it, I never will either. Actions have consequences, people. Word gets around.