Last night, our doorbell rang. I was sitting at my desk and couldn't see who was there. My first thought was 'Jehovah's Witnesses'. But no, this is America. It was our next door neighbours, come to say 'Howdy' and bring us a plate of home-baked goodies (disgusting, utterly sugar laden, but strangely addictive).
"Are you Australian?" they politely enquired. Clearly, in this part of the U.S., anyone else who speaks English must be antipodean. They were anxious to assure us of their neighbourly support in any matter. They have tools, they have cats, they have maps and local knowledge. Maybe next time I won't be so reluctant to answer the doorbell when I don't know who's there. Oh boy, I really am a long way from London.