One of the Gerts (we won’t say which one) has taken up weight-lifting. Yes, really.
And she seems to be a natural. So much so that her trainer said,
“You were athletic as a kid, I can tell.”
“No,” said Gert, who cannot tell a lie.
“Yes, you were, I can always tell,” he insisted.
Dear reader, in fact Gert spent her childhood stretched out on the sofa eating chocolate biscuits and reading Enid Blyton, Billy Bunter, P.G. Wodehouse and a host of other fellow-travellers.
The question is, does she have a moral obligation to tell her trainer, or does the loss of face he would suffer, and the blow to his confidence, outweigh the demands of honesty?