I HAD been busily ferreting away in the office until noon when a former female colleague popped in.

She looked at me quizically and asked if I had my t-shirt on inside out. I looked down and to my horror I had. I blamed the muggy weather.

I had walked round at home for half an hour and been in the office with two men for three hours and not one of them had pointed out my mistake.

It just shows how unobservant males can be -- unless a young, leggy lovely, and not a piece of the office furniture, is involved.