This morning as I pulled a clean pair of jeans on, something fell out the bottom on to the carpet. That’s odd I thought to see a wood louse this time of year and in my wardrobe. I bent down to pick it up, only to discover it was my toe nail! Ewwww. I was very excited it had finally come off, three months after the marathon, but disappointed that I was not left with a beautiful new one, no in its place is a ridged black one, I fear it will never be normal again. Pass the nail polish. Before depositing it in the bin I showed Madam, nice to share these things, pleased to report she was not very impressed!.
Tempted as I was to post a picture, instead here is one of todays chocolate, which does not look like a wood louse or a toe nail! But the pattern on it looks remarkable like the 5 mile route we took in town tonight with running club.