As I arrived at the
station excitedly, I had no idea that I’d needed to be better prepared. I
suppose I expected to find a moving escalator that would carry me, my heels and
my pencil skirt. Instead, I found myself scuffling down an endless staircase,
hanging onto the railing (and my laptop bag) for dear life, looking like a
complete lunatic. It was that, or whip off my heels and pull up my skirt –
which due to hygiene and safety reasons, was not going to happen. And so I
learnt... http://highheelers.blogspot.com/
Have a wonderful week.
Cheers,
Joanne Sharpe
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