My feet springs free from their imprisonment…a pair of flat ballerinas. They’ve been treated well though. A spa pedicure followed by a manicure and I feel like I have just been blessed with a bit of weekday luxury. With Mac on my lap, time passes quickly. I finalise my doc, and head home for an empty fridge. With nothing of substance I scavenge the kitchen for just about anything edible. A half eaten whopper from an earlier lunch is salvaged, as well as some hard cookies and a spoon of Nutella. This is not Atkins Diet….it’s more like Paupers Diet. I pour myself a glass of sweet Italian dessert wine and with that settle for upstairs. My solitary evening has started.
Newly Manicured Feet