Yesterday, a barefoot fool went looking for something in our spare room which contains a bicycle among other oddments. This fool, standing by the side of the contraption, tried to get closer to it. The fool lifted two toenails: one all the way and one just a bit.
Today the doctor laid bare the toe with the most damage and cut back the nail of the second one.
No sandals for me at the wedding. They will be lucky if I don't wear one shoe and one bedroom slipper . . .