Christmases at my Aunty Kath and Uncle Don’s place were always magical. Kath and Don are my godparents, no actual relation. They generally included a birthday celebration for me, heaps of presents (which Marcus and I got to hand out) and a magical gingerbread house. I don’t remember ever eating the gingerbread house, but I do remember being fascinated by it! This particular shot I’m wearing the flower-girl dress from Kath and Don’s daughter Pam’s wedding. This would make me about 5. When Christian and I visited them in February of this year we found that the place hadn’t changed a bit!