out n about 10 October 2009
I don’t know how it was done but the nail varnish chipped slightly as I slept last night – I was undaunted by this mild setback and merely topped up the loveliness that had been created for me by Bob at work (a v dark navy/black colour and SO foxy). I did a lot of gesturing with the hands today so that everyone would see. Then it came time to choose the big knicker that would allow me eat a meal without swelling to impossible proportions in the tight frock (the chosen undergarment shall be pressed into service on SHAMELESS for those fat tum days I have decided – v good and even if it’s doing nothing it feels like it is and that can be half the battle sometimes) BUT there was bound to be one slight disazzo and it was the shoes – they are not meant for walking. I suspect they may be a bit big (I did go up a size and it was a mistake) and the heel isn’t quite deep enough to keep the foot in…hmmm…I stopped for heel grips on the journey twixt church and reception and was told they’ve been discontinued (too useful a product, clearly) so I had to make do with some sort of gel arrangement thingy that didn’t quite solve the problem. A Wrong Shoe can ruin a gal’s day though I rallied, but I fear for the future of those shoes. I did the wedding (which was lovely – hurrah for Jarleth and Tina) on the dry, got home and got on the treadmill and rowing machine for an hour’s workout…that can’t be right. I wonder if the Shoe Incident got to me more than I would like to admit? Oh, and there was the matter of Ireland managing to let Italy equalise with only breaths left in the football match tonight thereby feckin up our chance of an historic win – we were only INCHES away from it. Frustrating…
