Not long after I married my wife Karen, I was sent to live in Sydney, Australia for a couple of years by my company as part of my career development. This was during the 1980s.
Being new and transplanted into a foreign country, we initially didn’t have many close friends. However, I became very friendly with an office colleague named Brett. He and his wife Natasha were about the same age as us and we were regularly invited over to their home for a spot of supper or just a beer or two.