Our departmental secretary just popped into the office to clarify some scheduling question, but then looked sideways at me and asked if I was OK?
Of course my first thought was, she’s embarrassed for me that I’ve tried to match navy coloured accessories with an obviously black top, but then she explained her concern. She thought my very stylish white leggings/pedal pushers were actually bandages, and I’d endured some sort of horrific bilateral lower limb injury. I laughed it off with some degree of chagrin, but even worse she has made me promise I won’t mention her gaffe in my editorial tomorrow.
