These are my feet. As you can see, by a hilarious biological coincidence each one measures almost exactly a foot in length. Very handy (no pun intended).
Anyway, in about an hour I’m going to catch the train to London with Trish where we’re going to go to a seminar by one of those crazy life-coach guys that you sometimes hear about.
The only reason that I’m going is because the fairly expensive tickets have been paid for by one of Trish’s clients. The whole thing lasts a brain melting four days and I have got absolutely no idea what is in store for me. I mean, I can imaging… it’s just that I’m trying not to.
What I do know is that the whole affair culminates in walking across hot coals. That’s why I’m showing you my feet. I don’t have the faintest idea whether or not this is a good thing to do.
