In a mood as having my toenails painted for summer this afternoon. Will have to take a codeine to stop feet tingling and think of dull things like politics and finance to stop laughing at the tickling. I am all right if she takes my foot in a firm hand and knows how to use clippers and files, but am sitting here now wondering if she had a drink at lunchtime or a row with her boyfriend or, worse, is timid. I must get a grip, though, and be philosophical as one always suffers for beauty and think how pretty my toes will be sandalled for summer.
Why do people lie online are they living a fantasy or winding us up?






