Feet

Looking for an investment? Buy stocks in band aid producing companies. I go through a pack a week. Surely, that must boost their profits. It's not that I got really clumsy or started cutting myself: it's the shoes. The London ladies tend to wear stylish shoes to work. I used to do jeans and nice sneakers on non-client facing days or jeans and flats if I felt stylish. Not in this country tho. And before, if I did wear heels, I'd walk from my car to the office or the client, which doesn't really add up. Not in this country tho. I walk at least 40 minutes a day. There is the flipflop option, that I sometimes use while commuting, but in the office I'm f&*ked. Since my arrival I bought two pairs of strappy sandals (that are awfully elegant and ok from a blister perspective just bloody hard to walk on) and two pairs of wedges (one giving me '9' blisters on a scale from 1 to 10, the other maybe a 7). Surely this must get better at some point. At which band aid sales in the UK will decrease notably. So better buy those stocks now, before my feet get used to belonging to a London gal.

Miles and miles and miles

Fifteen minutes to the tube. Standing in the tube. Half a marathon in the tube stations when changing lines. Five minutes to the office. And all that twice a day. No big deal as such, were it not for the fact that I do this on heels. And I am a sneaker and flipflop girl, who partly converted to ballerina's when they became fashionable. Heels are fab when you drive your car to work, drive your car to the client, and drive your car back home. Or when you cycle to a bar, sit on a bar stool the whole night, and cycle home. Heels are awful when you do this marathon plus 40 minutes every day. Blisters everywhere, skin is not where it should be and my feet hurt like hell. Welcome to London.

Now I could do what many London women do, and wear sneakers, flipflops or flats to work and change into heels there. But that looks silly. And I decided to become all elegant now that I am here and looking silly is not part of the game plan. So I grind my teeth and go on with it. Poor stupid Dutch feet!!