Remember those Sunday night baths as a kid? Well, I’m sort of recreating that. Only just for the feet. Who can really be arsed to book a pedicure in the week? Not only pay money you begrudge, politely saying Yes to some hideous nail colour, then overtipping so they don’t think you’re tight?
Then hastily putting your tights back on and smudging all their good work while you’re in Tesco? Not when you have your own salon right on your doorstep.
The bedroom floor to be precise:
First, get rid of everyone in your bedroom. Mine gravitate the minute I get the towel out! Kids, dogs, husband, partner, travelling salesmen, show them the door! This is your inner sanctum and personal space.
Now, what you need is soft lighting and ….
foot scrub, Q tips, baby oil, clippers and file, and some nice pong to go in your water. Just dig it out of your Christmas presents that are still in the bathroom cabinet.
Then get your Husband’s cotton buds, absorb with baby oil, or essential oil if you’re not tight like me, and gently push those cuticles back.
Then, its time to go for the throat and clip those hard-as-nails blighters! (geddit?)
Finally, a bit of a file:
Then a bit of posh foot cream, some oil on your toenails,and you’re ready to face the world, or Doctor Foster or The Night Manager.
And then you can go to bed with lighter feet, and a smug smile. You’ve earned it.
Next episode : Monday morning and what are they about?