HAPPY CHRISTMAS
AS I WRITE THIS, the sun is blazing down on a glorious November afternoon. My daughter is climbing the grapefruit tree in the garden. It’s a scene of utter bliss and contentment and I can expect more now that the summer school holidays are just around the corner. Holidays are a new concept to my daughter – everyday is a holiday. But from next year she’ll be at school and, if my own childhood is anything to go by, the six weeks she gets off from late December to early February will be among the happiest times of her childhood. Lifelong memories will be made. My memories centre around family camping holidays at the beach where we’d get shipped off for weeks at a time to spend with mum and dad, or…