THEY hadn’t even returned to the car when the restorative effects of the beach began to wane. Somewhere between packing up and waiting to cross the esplanade, Adam had pissed Monica off. What now, he thought, irritated himself. Little Kimberley, meantime, was whining about iceblocks, while Jessica, practically sunstruck, was reefing his arm, begging to go back. Finally they got to the car and the heat inside took their breath away. That’s when they discovered the aircon had packed it in. Adam managed to hold it together until he turned on the radio: Australia, 9 for 143 at tea.