Josh is doing well, he’s still up at the Hospital and they are taking very good care of him, and whilst we are looking forward to when he will be home with us, we are also all enjoying the time together until then.
Andrew and myself went out last night with some friends and enjoyed a few beverages together on the Limbusine. Too many Southerns for me I am afraid, but we had a good time. We met some terrific people and ended up at the Freemasons for one last drink. I needed that like I needed a hole in the head, but down it went. No more partying for me for a while I think.
So, this morning I slept in, and this afternoon my baby girl gave me a pedicure. I have been told many times I have pretty awful looking feet, and I would wholeheartedly agree, and have never had a pedicure before in my life. I think my girl could see me looking a little worse for wear today and landed on my bed with chocolate and the nail polish kit. All I had to do was lay back and take it. She did a lovely job, considering what she had to work with, and I can’t believe I am posting a photo of my ugly feet, but here it is. Can you see the deformity in my toe? look closer… the little toe. How ugly is that?
It’s broken. Has been broken for years. Doesn’t it look sad all twisted like that? Diana would say it’s “munted”. You should have seen just how ugly they were last night before the pedicure! Seriously, I shouldn’t be allowed to wear open toe shoes. I should have a lifetime ban.