Pedicures, like bras and deoderant, are not optional

It’s Friday… hallelujah! It’s been an eventful week. I’ve been insanely busy at work My team is one smaller and we had someone away on first aid training so there has been a lot to get through. I am relatively patient outside of work but I tend to turn into a bit of a homicidal maniac in the office and with too much to do at once, I have a tendency to rant. I have been ranting hardcore this week.

It also happened to be the week of my five year anniversary of arriving in London. I am not going to go into another wistful, poetic rambling about how desperately in love with the city I am and how I found my soul’s home when I arrived here… the sentiment is there though.

London... dark, chaotic, ever-changing... we belong together

Of course, the city celebrated our great love affair with a strike by RMT workers. I was fortunately, relatively unaffected (you see the city loves me back). The only part of my journey that takes place on the tube is on the Northern Line and the Northern Line is staffed by workers who are members of ASLEF (sounds like a fantasy character… and as the mighty King Aslef ascended his throne…) so things were running as normal. While I have respect for the right to strike and the right of workers to stand against employers who are treating them unfairly, I am not entirely sure their demands are reasonable in the current economic climate. The guarantees and increases they are asking for are not reflected by what the rest of London workers face… but I won’t wax political. As inconvenient as it was… we all just got on with it.

We did get to see Lyndon, who was stopping by in London, before continuing on to a four month holiday is South Africa, after which he will move to London for good in October. Our dinner consisted of a lot of arm-waving and everyone talking at once with stories half-told and then interrupted by bigger and better stories. We had relationship philosophy, lemur accents and probably way too much food. I can’t wait till we have all of our surrogate big brother around for good.

The weather has been a mixed bag but today it’s sunny. This means the summer sandals are out in full-force. Don’t get me wrong, I am a big sandal fan. I, myself am sporting a fab pair of brown leather gladiators I bought at Office earlier this week… but ladies… ladies please… if you’re going to have your feet out you have to trim and buff or paint your toenails. No matter how hot the shoes are if you’re sporting long yellowed toenails with half chipped off polish, people will be staring at your troll feet not your sparkly, strappy wedges.

Hobbit feet are not sexy