I am off to the airport to pick up DrC, D's dad. He is visiting us for a week, then hopefully off to Beijing next week. We have insisted that he walk on the wall, stand in the middle of Tian Amen and explore the Summer Palace. He is 78...this is the time to do we say.

I suspect he is afraid that he may not recognise me, what with this being China and all. He lives in the prairies, so I totally understand. He jokingly suggested that I hold up a sign at the arrival hall. I have made one...It reads "Dr C: President of Celine Dion Fanclub."

Reminds me of the time a friend held one up for me at Heathrow, except that read "SJ: Alcoholics Anonymous."