Since JJ arrived from Thailand about a month ago, we have been very busy with getting her set up for life in Australia. There is a lot more to it than you might imagine - beyond the form filling, waits at Centrelink, school enrolment, text books, uniforms and winter clothing - there is the locating of her within a new country. It is more than acclimatising and finding out how to use the public transport system; it's that whole world of a new country with vastly different social mores and customs, not to mention its alien faura and fauna.

As part of this process of finding out, we took JJ into the city last Sunday - to houses of worship quite different to a Thai Wat, on ferries across Sydney harbour to Manly, through historic precincts in the CBD. It was more of a meander than a planned event and we got home late and tired out. It was also, by coincidence, a day celebrating public transport in NSW, so many ancient buses were plying the streets, steam trains spat and gushed on platforms and a classic yellow taxi (an FC Holden, I believe) sat on the concourse at Central.