Oh simple thing, where have you gone I'm getting old and I need something to rely on

Again, the Friday hits us, with the promise of beer and lie-ins, and the distant thumping of Monday tapping its foot, waiting its turn.

The work situation cannot be delved into too deeply, but I am looking at moving from where I am right now. It's all pretty exciting really; I will probably only really be able to divulge more at a later stage.

Bennifer, however, is not as secretive; she's moving to Joburg for a position with Johnnic - there's no one more deserving and I just know she'll knock their socks off.

One thing has been troubling me of late is... sigh... I have to admit this problem.... I have smelly feet.
I have never in my life had smelly feet before, but now every time I come home and take my shoes off, I wince at my own stinky ass feet and poor Ian has to bear the reek too.
I think it's all the walking - it's not just one pair of shoes, it's from all of them - or the fact that I sit all day in an extremely warm office, thus making my feet sweat *ewww* and leading to the stink. Uncool.