Warm greetings win out
He looks like Churchill on a bad day, without his cigar. He’s standing still, looking at me and scowling. I send him a great big smile across my imaginary lake. I’ve been rowing for almost 45 minutes and my machine is up against the treadmill he wants to go on. ‘Good morning!’ I call, ‘Come and enjoy the cooling breeze on this treadmill. I’ll be gone in a couple of minutes anyway.’ I’m managing to give him a big smile still and suddenly his angry confusion dissolves and he returns my smile. I am amazed and very pleased. He grins at me broadly and gets on the treadmill.