I wonder why it is so hard to write when my feet hurt? It’s the switchover to flip-flops of course; always a yearly event fraught with peril. As lovely is it is to let the little toosties out for their annual romp in the air and sun, the period leading up to the unveiling is filled with doubt and apprehension. Do I need to trim my nails? Shave my big toes? What about the hoof like texture of my heels? Sand it off or retain for a few weeks as armour against the insults of the outside world? Then there is the epic question of shaving or waxing. And thus with such pressing issues filling my head, how could I possbily be expected to write? Or spell possibly?