So the other day I was at work, training two new members of staff how to use on of our systems. The training course was well underway, and having a little bit of a cold I kept having to quietly wipe my slightly runny nose. It was only when we stopped for lunch that I visited the gents, and was both horrified and mortified to see dried blood smeared all round my nostrils and across my cheek. Nothing serious, I'd just had a very small nosebleed - but in my wiping I'd somehow managed to smear it all over the place without realising No harm done, I made a joke about it after lunch and all is well. But why didn't one of them (or indeed any of the other eight colleagues in the room) feel the need to tell me I looked like a boxer after losing a particularly savage fight? Would you? Have you? I occasionally see ladies walking down the street with their skirts tucked into their knickers and other equally embarrassing public gaffes, but I realised that I actually very rarely speak up myself. I have held conversations with people who have a crusty bogey hanging out of their nose without batting an eyelid. People are funny.