happy birthday dad!

From across the miles I was pleased to be able to make contact with my Dad last night, phoning him as his birthday began down under and catching him at my brother's place just before they all went out. Recently arrived and appropriately highly esteemed first grandchild Fin was already packaged and ready for departure, so the converstation was of necessity short. It is always good to speak on the phone though—and have that sense of immediacy. As I was speaking to him I was realising I've only ten working weeks left, and about a week after that we'll be seeing them in person in Sydney! After two years away we're looking forward to seeing them—there's nothing like family.

Tonight we continued the celebration of Bronwyn's birthday too, going to The Messiah at the Royal Festival Hall—thanks from Bronwyn to Nick and Hayley for making it possible. The performers were in period costume which was really cool. For New Zealander's benefit, if the inside of the Aotea Centre were young, attractive, cool Elvis, the Festival Hall would be Vegas Elvis just before the end. The place is seriously worn. The location though—right on the Thames—is unbeatable. The music was excellent. A soothing end to a busy week. We had a great time.

Happy birthday Dad!