Oh, what a sight.

Headphones on, listening to tunes as I walk into the office and I stop dead in my tracks. Literally three metres in front of me, Quiet Girl is bent over, fishing something out of her bag, in full yoga gear.

A nice set of well-fitting yoga pants is a joy to behold. So I did. Well, as long as I could without being seen to perv in the office.

I hope she's going out to this thing in the pub later, but whether it's happening is in the balance, due to some personal issues of the guy who's leaving.