..but speaking of dogs, I remember when I had started reminding myself of one. Those were the days before email, or rather when it was not as widespread as it is now; before it cost as little as it does these days to pick up the phone and talk. Away from Pakistan, waiting for someone to write I used to lurk near the post box, or keep an ear open for any sound of the Postie’s motorbike. Yes that was Australia; anytime you see a world such as ‘Postie’ you can safely assume it is. In Australia they puttered up to your gate twice a day, but although they got away quite safely each time, oh I felt like snapping at their ankles if they brought nothing for me.