Photos of feet are really just socially acceptable/humble-braggy ways to lord things over other people. Hidden meaning is either:
1) I’m on a beach somewhere, while you, Chumpy-McChumperson are slaving away in an office; or
2) Check out my new shoes.
Well, friends, today there is a third possibility:
3) Check out what G-Dog on I did today WHILE WE ARE BOTH ON MATERNITY LEAVE.
[I don’t think George was convinced about letting me photograph her feet, hence the single footed/half hearted contribution to the above. Also, it would have been better to take this at the actual 'beauty spa' (yes... lets call it a 'beauty spa') and not a random cafe]
THERE WERE ALSO SAUSAGE ROLLS:
So, yeah, it’s basically been beer and skittles so far.
Why do I feel a Murphy’s Law moment coming on?
Don’t come out yet Baby, don’t come out yet.