Going where the weather suits my clothes

Today I had that odd experience where the men in my office, while speaking to me, held their gaze firmly at my eyes... Never once faltering below the bridge of my nose.

I Glanced down once to check that (a) i had put a shirt on and (b) that i hadn't inadvertently left one nipple poking out thru a gap in my shirt.

It was oniy as i glanced down and felt the nerve shrieking pain in my neck that i remembered why they were looking at me so weirdly.

'Hey Phil - that ain't a used sanitary towel stuck to my neck, its a heat pad'.

End of embarrassment.. Cue lots of jokes about Hel and Her fanny pad.