A lovely moment yesterday

I decided to take an afternoon constitutional up Waterloo Road, and bought my Guardian on the way. I was wearing jean shorts cut just below my knees, and my favourite flip-flops. At the bus stop across from Elephant and Castle station, a complete stranger (male) walked up to me, shook my hand, and said, "Those are the finest pair of legs I've seen on a man in a long time." and continued on his way.

Now I've been told things like this before (the owner of my gym said to me once, "You know, people would pay money for your calves.") but for someone with a pretty horrible body image, it felt really good.

Stuff sometimes happens

I began swotting up on the course I'm going to be delivering last night. To my surprise, and horror, I discovered that my boss had sent me lots of bumpf (including the printed-out delegate manual pages with the slides on them), but had not sent me the actual powerpoint presentation itself! My blood ran cold at the thought that if I'd just put it all on my laptop and blithely went off to Bangalore, I might have been extremely embarrassed. I sent my boss an email and text message, and heard from him at around 11, very apologetic.

This morning I found not one, not two, but three copies of the slides in my inbox. He is an amateur actor, just finishing a play's run last night, so perhaps the cast party was a success.