Ribbon-cutters

Although slightly premature, we had a formal ribbon-cutting for the renovated office. My old boss, Christopher (whom I've known for 20 years and trailed from London to East Asia and now to Mexico) did the honours, complete with moving speech. Everyone was stuffed onto the 2nd floor: staff, building contractors, security guards, cleaning ladies and all. Together we've put up with the noise, dust, smell, IT breakdowns and general disruption for three months. And now we're nearly there. Hooray.
The only disappointment was that there wasn't a long line of ribbon-cutters, the scissors weren't gold and no-one wore white gloves. In Japan that would have been de rigeur.