It was in London.
I was not in London. (I only go to London by royal invitation these days, don't you know?)
Instead of travelling all the way to London and back in one day, thereby guaranteeing myself many weeks of excruciating pain (and, quite possibly, Death By Hypo), I attended the meeting via a telephone uplink.
I promise you, that is a lot less exciting* than it sounds.
As Dr Hazel drove a particularly vicious needle into the front of my ankle this afternoon, and winced as I hissed in pain, I said, "No, no: don't apologise! Anything's better than listening to that meeting for another hour and a half!"