Normally I avoid this so-called 'pampering' lark like the plague, but here I was feeling a bit bored and listless but not well enough to do anything truly useful. I decided to investigate the back of the bathroom cabinet and hopped in the shower with a sachet of coffee anti-cellulite scrub
that came out of a beauty sample box once upon a time. Bathroom now reeks like a Starbucks and I'm sure the drains are well on their way to full blockage. Am now 'relaxing' in bed smelling like someone threw a latte over me and have put on some fake Footner sock things that I ordered online two years ago but never got around to using. I think they came from Alibaba.com or some such and when they showed up I was too scared to use them and went for a branded version instead.
Am now stuck here for the requisite hour in teeny fake Footners clearly made for petite Chinese feet and not my Caucasian clodhoppers, dripping mystery liquid from the socks onto the bedlinens and watching the cats circling me, sniffing the air suspiciously.
AIBU to think that my feet might be going to fall off? 