Australia Day

So ... bizarrely ... one reads I Am Legend from cover to cover.  The novel has a far superior, much more literate ending than the Will Smith movie with its Christ-like sacrifice.  (It's not a bad movie but sticking with the original storyline would have made it better I think).

In the evening we attended the State reception.  There were fireworks.  I wore the rented kilt (McIntosh).  Spike wore a frock and necklace, both of which Spike made.

I punctured my rear wheel tyre ... on an Australia Day pin that some other guest must have dropped in my path.  That'll teach me to imagine one matters.