My nose knows no limit, it seems, as a source of inspiration to my sympathetic colleagues.
There is nostopping them.
Yesterday, they suggested that I should be the prime organiser of the Comic Relief Red Nose Day fundraising activities... (such a pity that doesn't come until March... I certainly hope that my nose has recovered by then? )
They've accused me of being a secret rugby player.
They put me forward for the First Aid course - primarily for self-help.
Looking at the enormous purplish-black bruises under my eyes, they've made comments about excessive use of eye make-up. (If only...)
All in the course of one half hour meeting.
I just love them all.