In which I get a nice letter and am frightened by vomiting babies

I got a letter yesterday from Simon Crean (who is, amongst many other things, the Australian Minister for the Arts). He wanted to let me know that Angel Fish, while not making the shortlist for the Prime Minister's Literary Awards, was recommended to the Prime Minister and himself as a highly commended book. Which is nice.

Thanks, Simon!

In other news, I went and looked at the Myer Christmas Windows last night, and felt a bit like I was in a postmodern horror film. The theme of the windows this year is The Nutcracker, and features:

Vomiting babies.

The babby jesus frozen in carbonite.

I followed this sign, but found no wizard.