The work-related Christmas party was at a city hotel and I took the lift to the third floor. Inside was a man I did not know and, for a moment, we stood awkwardly, not acknowledging each other. I noticed he was wet and asked if he got caught in the rain.
‘I got soaked,’ he smiled, ‘but you seem to have dodged it…’
‘I came via the secret tunnel that connects the hotel to the park,’ I filled him in on the bit of trivia I had gleaned while looking up directions to the venue, ‘so Victorian guests could go directly outside for their morning constitutionals!’