It seems like the whole of Australia has caught Baghdatis fever.
Even our five-year-old ("this time tomorrow you will be six"; "I know"; "how do you feel about that?"; [totally deadpan] "very excited") came home a few days ago telling us about a tennis player called Bag. Of course, back then we had no idea what he was talking about. We don't "do" tennis. But will we be on the Bag-wagon tomorrow afternoon? You bet.
