My brother emailed me last night - he has a friend in London who has arrived expecting to be looked after by a man (presumably British), and the guy didn't show. Bastard. So she's now stuck in a foriegn country where she knows no one. My brother thought I might be able to introduce her to a few folks, so she's coming along to this monthly drink we're trying to set up among the Grantham people. They're a lovely bunch (you're a lovely bunch, Grantham people) and I'm sure she'll find a friend among them (assuming anyone else turns up) and go from there.
It occured to me that I'm putting myself in a very similar position of trust in March - I don't know more than one person in Sydney, and only a handful of people in Australia. If my friend doesn't show (I trust my friend implicitly, I have no fear of a no-show, but what-ifs sometimes make for sensible cautions and preparations to avoid them) I could be alone, thousands of miles from anyone I know. Still, I'm sure that won't happen, and in the unlikely event that it does, at least the weather will be better than London in early December.
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