At first I thought it was gout, but gout's more of a joint thing. This is the skin, or nerves in the skin.
With the help of the web, I've worked out it's nerve inflammation caused by tight shoes (the new bargain ones, not such a bargain after all).
Apart from pain and work, there's not much to tell about life here in NSC.
But over in Australia, Albert's having a ball. I quote:
Went to the opening of an exhibition. Quirky and beautiful photos of Hong Kong by this woman. There was free wine and grub, and I had a balloon and a half of red on an empty stomach. Watch out for gout.
It was in a modern bar/restaurant, what they would have called a yuppie bar in my day. Not sure what was more beautiful - the pictures or the venue.
As it was Saturday night, there were normal people there too, young diners falling out of their dresses. Is there anyone left that doesn't have a massive cleavage on show? Maybe the pendulum will swing back, and the next big thing will be a high-neck blouse buttoned all the way up - the height of sexual allure. It has to either develop that way, or the opposite direction, where every second buttock will be hanging out. Dearie me! It wasn't like this in my day.
Sounds like Albert's having a exciting weekend to balance up my humdrum one.