We have boarded the flight to Geneva, for the past two hours we sat silently next to each other in departures completely ignoring each other's presence, fixated on our electronic devices. To the outside world we must look like a same sex couple who have had a major disagreement on holiday and are enduring the journey home in an amicable silence with underlying rancour.
On a recent trip across America, I naturally felt like a stranger in a strange land. Things have moved on and changed a lot during the years of my travels. But some things never change, and I found myself in hundreds of casual conversations across the continent, engaging in the same sort of message repeatedly, a message about things I never knew when I grew up there...
When I hear critics of the World Trade Organization, I'm increasingly reminded of the great moment in Monty Python's Life of Brian where a bunch of would-be Judean rebels ask "what have the Romans ever done for us?"... Fast-forward to the present day and criticisms of the WTO might well be met with a similar riposte.
For a girl like me this is an ideal day at work: Fly to Geneva, nip to Annecy have a salad and glass of red by arguably one of the prettiest lakes in France. Listen to those delicious French accents whilst flicking through Vogue and then step into a big, spacious and comfy car for 11 hours of driving through mountain ranges and picturesque villages. Bliss.