Nadia's dad Lindsay is up for a couple of days. An artist and musician, he spends much of his time in Cebu in the Philippines. We get to see him every few months, a mixed blessing, as much of his stay is taken up with basic IT tutorials, the same ones every time. He also has many unfulfilled 'grand plans' and we get to hear about those too. He is sitting across from me now, snapping away with his camera at screen shots on his computer. I won't even try to explain that.

Meanwhile, his daughter is at her keyboard, working out harmonies for a gig she has coming up with her band. She is a backing vocalist. It's a little bit like being in an asylum, the inmates intensely focused on their own separate preoccupations.

Me too, I suppose.