As I settled into my seat to listen to the first speaker I caught a glimpse of the conference programme. It looked so much more colourful and detailed than the version that Belle and I had sent to the print room. This one included references to sessions in Vienna, possible alternative speakers, and even presented some of the text in strike-out. Then the full horror of my error hit me: I’d sent the wrong version for copying to the print room!

I muttered my mistake to the person seated to the right of me: my running pal LF. She quickly considered her priorities for the day, then replied: “Does that mean that there won’t be duck à l’orange at the conference dinner?”