fat feet

Yesterday was a big, busy day in the boatyard. Yachts coming and going and folks being very demanding. Somehow my feet felt very painful at the end of the day. The tops of my toes were tingling, as if tiny ants were nibbling on my nerve endings. Somehow the thought crossed my mind, and kept returning, that I would be well served if I could only immerse my feet in a vat of boiling oil. It seemed a soothing prospect! The mind is a wonderful organ.