Poorly heeled luxury

[susie_flo]

Today is a day of fine plans, starting with not going to work. Today, my attendance at the grey cavern of air con will be replaced by a long massage at Browns hotel spa, followed by afternoon tea with two old fiends (one of whom is more preggers than I am and due to pop in a couple of weeks!)

But, urg! Have been awake since crazy o'clock, feeling queasy and covered in kitten puncture wounds from a night of obsessive spiky kneading. Those torties will be the death of me. I dread to think what the masseur will make of my full-body kitten wounds.

Recently I've started to get travel sickness again... and morning quease. I think it's probably related to the sensation of wearing tight, lung-restricting clothing that I can't take off, coupled with digestive cloggage and something wriggling around independently inside my belly. (C'est la vie, literally!)

Anyway... never mind that. Massage! Afternoon tea! Yippee!

I suppose I'd better take some socially acceptable footwear in my handbag. I've been wearing my 'fuggs' non-stop for the last 6 months and fear the idea of returning to killer heelage. (But I don't suppose battered fuggs are quite the thing in a Mayfair hotel tea room). Oh the trials of life ;-)

I hope you all have equally pleasing Fridays lined up.

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Comments

[wardytron.livejournal.com]

I will email Gyptian, or Windel Edwards, as he's known to friends and family, and suggest "digestive cloggage and something wriggling around independently inside my belly" as a lyric for his next Choice FM masterpiece.

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

Lol! "Cloggage" is almost as good as "nozzle", but ot quite.

(You nearly got me busted at my desk yesterday cos I chortled one too many times out loud whilst reading about Gyptian and the rest)

[lazy-hoor.livejournal.com]

I'm going to the pub to watch the Gold Cup.

Bizarrely I want to do something healthy, like cycle to the beach.

I'm sure this notion will pass by the third pint.

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

Hoorah for not being at work!
(And I will pray for your temporary insanity to pass).

[lazy-hoor.livejournal.com]

Amen, sister.

[ivory-goddess.livejournal.com]

I would think that being (visibly) pregnant is one of the best excuses to wear whatever damned footwear you feel comfortable in, given as how you're carrying extra weight that pulls you off-balance. If anyone complains, point to your belly and say that your Dr advises no heels, and your feet are so swollen you can't fit into any other footwear. Doesn't have to be true!

[the-meanest-cat.livejournal.com]

Mmmm - now you've given me Dr Kovac icon lust!
He could advise me on footwear any day.