6 June - Cranes & Ridges

On some days I am a boy. How do I know? Because going to work this morning I saw the most enormous crane I’ve ever seen. Roads were blocked and it’s arm was lifting what looked like an entire train wagon but in fact was an air-conditioning unit (I asked) being paced on top of a 30 storey building. It was fascinating and I walked under its path… nobody stopped me because they were all looking up too. I was then trying to calculate how much such an operation cost and clearly I have no idea and I also wanted to know what it feels like to operate the crane and if it’s all down to one person/man, but it made a change from thinking about bikinis to buy before my next holiday. The other day instead I picked up and was reading the Robert Dyas mini catalogue from cover to cover. I(it’s one of those shops that sells mothballs, kettles, household repairing stuff). I don’t have a garden but am fascinated by the objects one uses to tend to it … and the furniture, this is all sort of cheap but still, I’d like a gazebo. Very much. So there you go, secateurs and other workbench style objects. Something must be wrong or I must be more bored than I’ve ever been.

Oh, I’ve just taken a look at my freshly painted toenails and there ‘ridges’ on them, clearly visible under nail varnish. Ahi ahi lo siento, me duele. Damn, am a girl again as this is going to plague my thoughts for a while, ugly toenails, ugly feet, why me? Is it really true that beautiful ballerinas have ugly feet given all the punishing they give them? But I look after mine! ‘s not fair.