I can’t work out Sylvie’s attitude to feet. She has said she has a ‘thing’ about feet but I don’t know if this is a ‘thing’ or a ‘thing’. It has become apparent recently that she doesn’t like sandals but I am still mystified about her thoughts concerning the appendages that sandals are usually fixed around.



Does she say to Kevin as he clambers into bed “Mon chere, ‘ave you remembered to take your feet off” or “Mon chere, you ‘ave forgotten tes feet – quelle horreur!”? – [all said in a seductive French accent, if indeed she is French - I have some doubts].
She posted a picture of her own feet a few weeks ago – a lovely turn of ankle and painted toe-nails [ a little tarty, but that’s probably classified as ‘chic’ a La Rochelle].

So, young Sylvie, spill the beans. What do you think about feet? Are you really French? Do you know your onions? Will you ever speak to me again?

“These feet were made for walking …. and that’s just what they’ll do ….. one day these feet are going to walk all over yooooooou!” - tra-la.

[I’m wearing sandals and little else as I write this – sand can get in the most inconvenient places]. (C’est moi qui dis “quelle horreur”. Lo,TG Ed)