A disturbing realisation hit this morning as I reached my desk and smiled at the colleague who sits next to me… it was the first smile to grace my face with its presence all morning.
Which begs the question… am I turning into a Londoner?
Am I capable of spending 40 minutes on buses and trains in forced close contact with fellow human beings, making forced eye contact by way of apology as various body components collide, finding no humour in the situation? Surely not! I hereby serve myself with a wake-up call… get a smile on your dial or you’ll become one of them.
Project Smile-fest has officially commenced!