Walking. And flirting.
I like walking. I’d love to run, but can’t. I have (undiagnosed) problems with both knees and ankles. I say undiagnosed, because they couldn’t work out what was wrong with my knees and I can’t be bothered to back and find out. So now I walk.
Lunchtimes I walk around parts of Regents Park - beautiful and just a 2 minute walk away from the office. Tuesday to Thursday I’ve organised a walking group. It has varying popularity - yesterday 2 of us, today 4.
Today the nice guy from work came! 
It was us and 2 girls from my team. Who, I hadn’t realised, linked arms with each other as they set off. I didn’t realise this until he made a joking grab for my arm, so we didn’t feel left out! I was a little surprised. And too slow off the mark to take advantage of that!
Still, we have a number of email conversations during the day - they do turn rather bizarre at times! It’s fun! I do enjoy flirting.
Which, apparently, is as natural to me as breathing. I was accused by 2 girl friends Saturday night of flirting with the waiting staff in the restuarant we visited.
Who also told me to just as work guy out! For a drink. And see what happens.
Now THAT’S scary!
