It was raining in Brussels and I was late. I’d over-estimated my walking speed and sense of direction on my way to meet with Michael Cashman, one of the UK’s representatives to the European Parliament.
His assistant Renaud rang me: ‘Where are you now?’
‘I don’t know. I can see the Sofitel?’
‘Oh. You have to cross the park. I will meet you in reception.’
Well-groomed and impeccably dressed, Renaud was sympathetic when I finally made it to the reception of the parliament – my clothes dripping and my shoes covered in grass.