Saturday, January 17, 2004

Over dinner with my new colleagues last night the story of my accident gradually unfolded.

As the (male) colleague sitting to my right learnt about my artificial leg I saw a look of relief break out across his face.

"I was getting really nervous," he said, "because you kept rubbing your leg up against mine and I thought you were coming on to me."

I insisted my real leg had been completely oblivious to the messages the artificial one had been sending out all evening.


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