My first Xmas away from home is done and dusted. And surprisingly, it was really nice. Not that I thought it would be terrible, but it was certainly guaranteed to be different. New people, new surroundings, new traditions. And, apart from being forced to eat brussel sprouts, I had a great time. Hmmmm ... could possibly be linked the fact that English Christmas' seem to have a higher alcohol ratio than NZ ones. And its just plain rude NOT to accept people's hospitality huh! :p