‘That word…I don’t think it means what you think…’

It has been told to me that I have a bull-headed propensity towards taking things literally - something enmeshed in my father's favourite childhood story. I was about five and we were living in Panama City. My father was working for the ILO and living the expat life. We often had people over for dinner - many of the guests were of UN/diplomatic types - and my father, of old-fashioned ilk, made a point of having his children neatly dressed ...