27 January, 2005

Shiny toes

I think I'm fairly observant.  When my boss mislaid her watch at the college ball, I noticed immediately that it wasn't on her wrist, and she recovered it, which seemed to impress.
However, I also find it very easy to 'tune-out' the familiar - I no longer even register the hideous purple and gold ceiling rose in my living room (not least because I rarely use that room).  And, after all, who really looks at one's own feet?

In the morning, I put on my socks and boots without any thought. I suppose I'm usually checking my e-mail at the same time, so am looking at the monitor. At the other end of the day, I leave my boots on until I'm just about to go to bed (at this time of year, anyway; I prefer to walk around the house barefoot in summer), by which time I'm tired, so my mind is elsewhere, if anywhere.

Which explains why I was... somewhat startled to notice this morning that someone had painted my toenails black at least three days ago.

Oh, VERY funny....