I often mention our apartment complex, affectionately known as Disneyland. It's owned by "Taiwanese interests" which means the (so far) 11 Ferraris are all owned by them and stay covered up for most of the time. I have offered to keep the engine ticking over during the week but strangely it has been refused.

So JC has been invited to yet another birthday party, taking this year's count to 5302154 parties to date. This one was due to be held at the banquet hall in the club house of the complex. We only got invitations a week ago, even though it is on Saturday, because the Disneyland people would only confirm it then. Great, no need to worry about negotiating the winding, hilly streets of Hong Kong to find another place.

Then a note arrives in JC's school bag yesterday. A very apologetic lady was notifying everyone of a change of venue. She went further. The reason the venue had to be changed was because the owners of Disneyland decided they would be visiting this weekend (no doubt because of the still-not-sold-out Rolling Stones concerts) and would like use of the room. So that's it. This poor lady, who's been stressing about organising a 3 year old party, gets unceremoniously dumped so some Taiwanese tycoon can use it as his leisure.

It's just not cricket.