sample the following snippet which took place in the lift at the workplace early this morning; with the VP of sales whom i tried hard to avoid, erm, eye contact but couldn't:
the letter b: yer heading home for *christmas then?
the VP who appeared taken aback: yep, returning to vancouver blah yadda.. are you heading home too?
the letter b's turn to become astonished: erm, no i'm staying put
the VP who for no reason or other chortled..
so it's confirmed then that i don't look wee islander whatsoever. hooray?
*NB: i nearly uttered crimbo