TPR, OC and I had been in Finland so long that the snow had returned to the mountains across the bay. OC had travelled here initially in hope of joining the music industry as accountant for a major record label. WB was also with us at the table in the restaurant when two friendly Finnish women, away from home on a business trip, joined us.
Within minutes one of the women had created a Facebook group for our table. We had transformed ourselves from a small group of close friends enjoying a bowl of swede and carrot soup to a panel of six discussing the merits of haggis.
The most surprising revelation to emerge from the debate around the table was that WB used to work in a shoe shop.