I couldn’t find the nail polish remover so I painted my toenails dark grey to cover the chipped red.
Before leaving the house I asked Jay: “Can I go out like this?”
“I guess,” he said. “If you don’t mind that both your t-shirt and shorts have food stains on them.”
“What? Where? Oh, that’s not a food stain, that’s a hole.”
(An extract from my memoir “The glamorous life of me”)