greetings from Riga

It’s five to five and I’m packing up in preparation to leave for the day. The phone rings. Again. Arrgh. Perhaps I’ll leave it. It’s home time, after all.
Sigh.
Picks up phone. Phone spiel.
‘Hi, it’s me!’
‘Hi, you. Where are you?’
‘I’m sitting in a park.’
‘Really, where?’
‘Outside the Riga Castle. In Riga. Latvia. It’s ten minutes ’til the castle opens. Thought I’d give you a call.’
‘Wow.’
And then follows 15 minutes chatting with an old friend. Hope there wasn’t a queue when he finally got off the phone. Soooo, glad I answered that one!