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Tried one of those exfoliating foot peels. You pop your clean dry feet into bags of acidic gloop for an hour or so, then the horrible old skin peels off over the course of a week, leaving beautiful softness. It works on the whole foot, which feels unnecessary – the tops of my feet didn’t need peeling – but there may be versions that target just the gnarly bits of the soles.
Quite what the point of it is, I can’t say – I’ve no plans to show anyone my feet, thank you, I’m keeping my socks on at all times – but I found the process satisfying and I’m pleased with the result.
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To Sheffield, to I’m embarrassed to say a podcast festival.
A fancy pants hotel.
- I finally plucked up the courage to use the conveyor-belt toaster, but not enough to risk putting the barely toasted bread back in for a second toasting.
- I hung up the towels to signal that I didn’t need fresh towels, I’m not Boris Becker, but still fresh new towels seemed to appear each day, woe is me.
It seemed like there were a lot of vintage steel-framed bicycles in Sheffield, which I supposed made sense for a historic centre of metallurgy. But Reynolds, of Reynolds 531 tubing fame, is actually from Birmingham, so it might be nothing.