On shoes, colleagues and the changing seasons

Liz‎'s footwear is now apparently her colleagues' main indicator for the change of season: "Liz - you're wearing shoes...it must be spring!" [Presume they mean as opposed to boots. Definitely have not been barefoot for the last 4 months.]

On divine fitness regimes

Liz suspects that having to run for the train after the gym is God's way of telling her that her workout wasn't good enough.

On celebrity spotting at church

Liz has stood on a chair to do many things, but not (until today) to see Madonna.

On depressed Saturday nights

Liz is in her pj's, under the duvet & watching When Harry Met Sally. This could be an unhappy end to Saturday...

On over ambitious sleep aspirations

Liz is going back to bed in the hope that on waking, full sanity will be restored.

On pain in the name of beauty

Liz is wondering at what point the number of plasters required to wear the pretty red shoes with some degree of comfort outweighs the prettiness?