If there’s one thing blogging has taught me, it’s that I can’t predict what people will comment on. You may think that after bashing away at the keys, at least weekly for the last ten years, that I’d have more of an inkling…. But, no. So, I’m curious, when you don’t comment, why is that?
This week gone I’ve been holding the fort as the Ever Lovely Mrs J has been away on business. Granny J has been over to help pick the kids up twice, as that’s really helped. Especially as work has become rather busy. Still, at least the day goes quickly.
So, no visit to Chams this week for Yours Truly. I did wonder if I’d have a bit of a wobble, but no. All seems good, for which I’m grateful.
|Luckily, there’s another for the other foot|
Perhaps my mood was helped by the delivery of some new summer wedges. Reduced in the sale, so it would be rude not to. I did try then out as realised my toes weren’t painted.
Seeing as I was on my Tod, I didn’t have to rush the removal and it’s been rather nice to have a pretty colour on my toes for most of the week.
It’s a funny thing, in a way. Painted toes aren’t visible, yet knowing I had them done, meant that I somehow felt better about myself. I’m probably not explaining it very well, but there was an element of it feeling right, or natural. Ironic given the concept of covering your nails with bright paint. 🙂
Still, you take pleasure where you can.