We drove through the quiet streets of Sydney to the airport where we met Tommy Geddes of a flight from London. He's here for the cricket. It's his first visit to Australia and the country is performing its best for him: 30 degrees here (40 degrees in Penrith), 45 degrees in South Australia with fire warnings issued at the "catastrophic" level; meanwhile, up in Queensland, there is flood area larger than the combined land mass of France and Germany. Back in the flat, having been joined by Sharon and Ken, we waited for the Bells recounting predictable tales of the very many forms of animal life here that can kill. Snakes seemed to make a particular impression on Tommy who, I realised as we talked, I first met 35 years ago. Spike was 4 months old at the time.
Earlier in the day I opened a parcel from Scotland. I expected it to be a belated Christmas gift from my mother. It turned out to be a card from Martin Currie accompanying a commemorative T-shirt for Tam White who did this year. The Gagdefather indeed!
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