(*Dearest reader, this post is longer than originally intended so you might want to wait until you have 10 minutes and a cuppa before reading. The length, I hope, will be worth it.*)
Recently, I complained to my mum about some hard skin on the bottom of my feet and a few days later, she kindly presented me with a pumice stone, which I’m pleased to report, did the job.
Why am I telling you this, you might wonder.
Why on earth is she banging on about her feet, I hear you cry!
Well, because as I was using aforementioned skin remover, I recalled a lesson that I learnt during my two years’ working abroad and it goes a little something like this… (more…)