Woah, that was a dull three days of meetings! Lordy knows how I stayed awake. Still, did get lots of free nosh and booze out of my boss cos we saved loads by driving down instead of flying, and of other people's bosses who had just as generous expense accounts.
We were stuck in the middle of nowhere, in a complex outside a village outside Oxford. Still, gave me chance to get to know a few coworkers better - one of whom I had prejudged completely wrongly (sue me. everyone judges everyone else.) I also got to meet a few people whom I knew from working in Edinburgh and even met a Quebecoise!!!
It was really cool to hear the accent again and we jabbered on in English and French for a hour or so in the pub. When we were being kicked out, a guy came up to Melanie and said he had heard her accent and asked if she was Quebecois. It turned out he was from Montreal!! In a tiny pub in a backwater village in southern England, two Quebecois had randomly met. Weird.
The next 10-15 minutes were spent trying to explain to his girlfriend why she should go to Montreal with him and how amazing it was. She had a few reservations about the cold, but you get used to it. And the summer makes up for it.
Speaking of winters, there's all sorts of excitement here as wintry showers are sweeping across the country, leading to snowdrifts of up to 2 (two) inches in places! Expect major delays on all forms of transport. Seriously.
Final fascinating fact: The 'fleur-de-lys' is actually an ancient Arabic symbol, not just French/Quebecois.