Now I know that other people's pain is boring as hell but hey, blogging is all about that personal shit that no-one cares about and given the number of people who've enquired about the glitter situation (shockingly enough, it's still lingering. A daily bath plus intensive scrubbing with Body Shop bath mitts has had very little impact. According to my other half it's even on the bathroom cleaning sponge. And he's still got some showing up in his stubble.) I figured I'd update you on the boot situation.

Last week, I went to a Halloween Party and en-route I wore my comfy shoes. Comfy shoes are infinitely less comfy when worn with fishnets. As a result, I tore the back of my ankles to shreds. Result: I had to wear another pair of shoes for the rest of the week while they healed. Being rather less than a shoe-devotee (shopping for clothes is dull. Shopping for shoes, more so.) I had a choice of deeply impractical maribou toed velvet sandals or the evil boots. I chose the latter.

Tonight, I had a break-through. I wore them. They didn't hurt. I have suffered and now, I have a pair of beautiful - and not uncomfortable - boots. I am happy. And clearly shallow.