The first thing to happen on Friday was a spontaneous outburst of morale at work. It all started with a simple e-mail regarding missing cutlery from the canteen and with the power of e-mail rapidly transfigured into an hilarious outpouring of frustration at the way the project is going. I am sure a lot of people have experienced the power of e-mail to maintain a theme and this entertained me for the whole day.
The next surprise was the England victory over Australia which gave me bragging rights at work, far in excess of what was justified. There are few better things in life than being able to stuff it to pompose Ozzies regarding their great god 'Cricket'. When it isn't ev
en justified it just makes it all the sweeter. I have managed to bring them all round to the idea that you are only as good as your last match, so England's victory makes them currently the best team. Priceless.Lastly I had my first intercontinental dinner at home when I invited two Colonial Americans to join two other Colonial Ozzies, all eating a delicious Indian meal prepare
d by their Colonial Master. The drink flowed and I woke up this morning with a head like the soldier ants from Apocalypto, your know the ones, those in the kid's cut. I think I may have overdosed on Aspirin in a vain attempt to create an illusion of normality. Please God - no more surprises today.
