I've mentioned before that I don't have the nicest-looking feet. Not that I mind that, particularly - being a foot model was never on my list of goals, and I can still wear summer footwear without feeling too ashamed. But they're not pretty. And this year, having done lots of running, they've become even uglier. The first ever pedicure I had was amazing. She got right into it, scraped off all the dead skin, trimmed the tops of the nails (sorry - but it was necessary, and very welcome), and my feet were pretty happy. Ever since then, though, I've had rather timid pedicurists (wow, that's really a word). Except for one, who nearly had my foot up her nose.