BY now, many of our readers will be heading to all the points of the compass in pursuit of the ideal getaway. We wish you the happiest and the most hassle-free of holidays. And of course, one or two Christmas presents just to complete the picture.
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LITTLE Miss Three, who lives across the street from us, is a bright and bouncy young lady with a normally equable temperament. But a month or two ago, she was presented with a baby sister. She soon got over mild disappointment – she was hoping for a male of the species – and all seemed bright and beautiful.
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BUT the other day, we heard shrieks of feminine outrage drifting across the road. Whatever could be the matter? Papa duly appeared, Miss Three in his arms, clearly in a state of advanced pique. It turned out that our young friend had spied one of the baby’s new outfits and decided it was just what she wanted. Doesn’t take ’em long to develop a sense of style, now does it?
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SPY informed us rather hazily yesterday that he had spent Saturday night at a great party in his haunt of Madang. Seems it was a get-together of the coastal town’s distinguished persons (how Spy received an invitation remains a dark mystery) who were treated to a splendidly catered affair on the lawns of an absolute water frontage residence.
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THIS largesse was complemented by a never-diminishing punch bowl, a secret – and apparently deadly – recipe refined over the years. Add an almost full moon, garden paths cunningly lit with gutting candles, reflections on the harbour and a genial host and hostess … Spy certainly seemed to have enjoyed himself.
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MEANWHILE, here in the capital most of the better nightclubs have big Christmas programmes underway; our old friends at Lamana are holding a Christmas Family Day tomorrow from 2pm with a magnificent traditional Christmas buffet for adults and a special outdoor party for the kids, with fireworks at dusk. Give Anne on 3232333 a buzz to make sure there’s still room at the inn, as it were.
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BEWARE the mistletoe – and we’ll be back on Thursday. Cheers!
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– Dee Nesenolis