Why? It all started when two of my female work colleagues (I’ll call them M & J) and I rescued a mouse.
Ok so the mouse came running out of nowhere in our open plan office and hid itself just behind some shelving and just squealed for its life.
There then followed an hour of me on my hands and knees making coaxing noises, M manfully moving the shelving out of the way, J behind me with a box.
This wasn’t the stressful part. It was lovely to be able to trap the mouse and release it in the park nearby. It was what happened after that disheartened me.
A little bit of background, first. M&J are very close cliquey friends. I stay out of their way and although I get on with them, it's only as far as work goes.
However when our office started to fill up, all J could do was relate how M was such a hero, how she cornered the mouse and single-handedly trapped it. How M should be lauded and given a medal for all she did to rescue the mouse.
Now I am all for being at one with my sisters but when they stress me like this it’s all I can do to burn my bra!
But I didn’t. Instead I did some gentle yogic exercises when I returned home. I am now at one with the world.
I have also discovered that cats may do yoga too:
Charlie says: I stretch without the OM!
Have a Tuesday filled with sisterly, brotherly and all sorts of creatures and plant life lurve!