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Jan 24, 2009 12:42

Room reeks of celery. Yum. Clancy is sitting on his roof again looking thoughtful. He really has taken to that roof. I am not sure whether that means anything.

I spent the whole of yesterday in high heels trying to shake the feeling that I was Dressing Up. It didn't feel right. Still, feeling weird is a vast improvement upon feeling weird and footcrushed. Now I must finally let go of the shoes I like but simply cannot wear without losing important toe skin. Stupid growy feet. I am now definitely a six-and-a-half (or seven with insoles, much easier on balance) and mildly peeved. I'll have a look to see if any of my shoes are smashing enough actually to offer to people in anything but an anonymous-Oxfam-bag way but frankly I doubt it. I'll check Mummy too, but as she has Actual Gout she may not be keen on shoes that aren't nice to her feet. My nice heels used to be hers, so maybe she wants those back? She definitely has more of a Lifestyle for them than I do.

I should get up. I have stopped being automatically morningish, but I still want to keep vaguely sensible hours for ease of integration with Normal People.
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