December 17, 2002
Three days until my party, and preparations are in full swing. The marquee is up, the coloured lights have been hung, I've almost electrocuted myself, the barbecue is clean, the lamb has been butchered (or if it hasn't, it's time is short), the grass is green, and the Bocce balls are ready. I still have to hang the spotlight, mow the lawn, pick up the rolls and salad, and lubricate my vocal chords. The first of the beer cartons has been purchased and placed on ice, and there is plenty of red and white wine for those choosing to partake.