Yesterday, I had the most unusual and disconcerting pedicure of my life (no, no nibbling fish — never going to happen). Rather than the usual procedure of sitting in a tallish chair with the person giving the pedicure sitting at foot level, I was reclining on a massage table, knees bent, with the pedicurista sitting where the gyno does when you go in for a lady-bits visit.

Once I got over the weirdness of the whole set-up, it was actually quite relaxing. My toes look fabulous, as do my fingers (done in the usual way). And they match Zouzou’s!