"The future is bright. The future is Orange." was an advertising slogan here in Britain for a telecom company some time back. A friend quoted this upon seeing Bill wearing a bright orange vest in holiday snap, a remnant from his running club in previous life. But this isn't about either of those topics either.
So what am I talking about? Bill's son, Simon, announced the other day that he was moving to France in June, to a place called Orange, just north of Avignon. His employers are providing him a house, a car and 24 flights 'home' (or of similar value) per year to sweeten the deal; he expects to be there for two-three years. Simon has been studying German lately, but I gather he's reasonably comfortable with the prospect of speaking French. I think he's been looking for an 'adventure' like this for a while, so he's excited. I'm excited for him.
So, I guess this rather