BBQ

After a children's leaving party at school (a strange but good choice as it turned out), we went for a barbeque at - where else? - the Australian Embassy. It's a pretty big compound of modernist-minimalist buildings, more redolent of a contemporary art museum than anything diplomatic. Our friends live in one of several apartments clustered round a garden with the ubiquitous barby. A fine evening of grilled chicken, Jacob's Creek and the intermittent sizzle of mozzies on an enormous UV lamp. "The light, the light!"