Manageable

You'll be glad to hear that my appointment went ok last night. I'm still feeling the sprain a bit, but I've realised that ankles aren't really essential to fucking! The hardest bit was walking to his door in high heels.

I slept like a log last night but still don't feel like I have much energy - I know I should be back at the gym by now but can't seem to make myself go. So much to do before the end of January! Self Assessment form too... bleurgh. Why aren't any of my clients accountants?!

Brooke x

Life Without High Heels

This is a problem. I managed to sprain my ankle walking on the ice yesterday; it will be fine in a week or so, and luckily I was spared the embarrassment of falling on my face (like some others I've seen this week), but it means I can't wear high heels! I feel like part of me is missing. How am I supposed to go to beautiful venues and hotels and parties if I have to wear flat shoes?!

Unfortunately I think I'll have to cancel my appointment tonight. I hate to let clients down, but my limp is simply not sexy. Maybe by next week I can change into my heels outside their door, then get naked as quickly as possible! They'll never know ;-)

Brooke x