Flying around this week, with some early starts and late nights.
Along the way a languid evening meeting in a castle and a successful negotiation of the Brussels bus system. Then staying in a posh hotel that transformed itself overnight into a conference centre exhibiting bright orange tractor-sized cleaning systems for public spaces.
The hotel was very clean.
And the memorable and entirely genuine question from an over-travelled American colleague, who asked me which country we were in.
I had a chance to say, "It's Thursday, so it must be Belgium".
