I have just performed a pirouette in our crowded communal kitchen at work and not a soul noticed it.  It was a far from graceful pirouette and was no doubt technically flawed, but it was a pirouette nevertheless.  I could continue and claim that this activity was in some way empowering, cleansing my soul for the coming working day.  I could attempt to pusuade others to replicate this incident at their place of employment.  In doing so, I could attempt to make some witty remarks with the intention of making this story more interesting for the reader, but I won’t.

However, it did lead me to consider corridor gymnastics.  I like the idea of corridor gymnastics, but then I also like the idea of polar exploration.  Let’s face it, I am unlikely to indulge in either of these activities, regardless of their appeal, and if I did they would almost certainly lead to my demise.