Sunday, July 28, 2002
Friday afternoon, driving over to N2 in a hurry. I'd realised about ten minutes before I was leaving - when I was already late - that my friend S's mother always says that you can't go out with your toenails unpainted in sandals. So I quickly put that sqashy toe-separating technology (a phrase I use here in the loosest possible way) between my toes, and painted my nails blue-purple, with silver glitter on the big toes. No time for more. Felt a bit of a fool runnning down the stairs in my hall holding my sandals and my neighbour looking at my feet. But hey.