Par for the course

Given my habitual tardiness, there was no surprise this morning when I sprinted in late to a course in a flurry of apologies and blushes, sitting down heavily and loudly in the front row amongst strange suited people and several policemen.

What I hadn't expected was the chairman greeting everyone with, 'Good morning and welcome to our Conference on Human Trafficking'.

Wrong course. Wrong building. The right venue was 5 miles west.

At least I was able to calm down at lunchtime with this view from Jeffrey Street.