As we dashed out of the pub towards the dry haven of my car, trying to avoid getting drenched by the unforeseen rain shower, a French colleague remarked "oo eetz a sheet, I ave left zome shoos on ze balcony at ome".
And then, after the hour and a half long deparmental pub lunch, I spent the afternoon updating graphs, sending flirtatious emails to female work colleagues and trying to mend the finance director's wing mirror. Marvellous.